He was the zombie corpse collector,
Always collecting from everywhere,
Dead and deadly things he collected.
All through the day and all through the night,
He collected every dead thing in his sight.

He was the Halloween corpse collector,
Collecting dead animals and plants,
Anything that did not move and breathe.
He collected zombie people and zombie parts,
Hands, legs, tongues, and beating hearts.

The Corpse Collector was always on the prowl,
He was a vampire as he thirsted for fresh blood.
Every night the villagers saw the moon and heard his howl.
He was seen moving and hunting in every wood,
He was filled with evil and there was no good.

The villagers said that he could not die,
He was an immortal corpse and soul collector.
They said that he had the vampire's eye,
He could turn into a bat and eerily fly.

Everyone did not speak about the corpse collector,
Out of disgust, hatred, and out of great fear.
They said that he once had a human heart,
That some pretty lady shredded it and ripped it apart.

The zombie corpse collector is out this Halloween,
With his bags of evil tricks and treats never seen.
Close your doors and stay in tonight,
Or you will happen to fall in his sight.
He will collect you dead or alive so have all the fear,
The zombie corpse collector has arrived and is here.

He was the zombie corpse collector,
Always collecting from everywhere,
Dead and deadly things he collected.
All through the day and all through the night,
He collected every living and dead thing in his sight.

The Burning Sun of August and other stories

Warren Weaving WorldsBy Warren BrownAug 27, 2023