A Quiet Harbor

idea: the world is overcome with zombies in a true zombie apocalypse. humans survive and live on, and one day the whole ordeal will be a distant memory. disguised as a children’s lullaby

The Quiet Shore of Memory

Hush now, little dreamer, close your eyes so deep,
While silent shadows softly fall asleep.
The world was once a place of frightful sound,
Where broken walls and chilling fears were found.

The gray roads whispered, the pale streets grew wide,
Where restless footsteps sought to hide inside.
A dreadful winter, long and cold and stark,
Left trembling souls upon the lonely mark.

But though the darkness came with hungry moan,
A stubborn strength was planted on the stone.
We found the shelter, built by hands so true,
And learned the quiet ways to see things through.

The garden blooms where thorns had carved a line,
And gentle laughter makes the spirit shine.
We learned to mend what fractured and was torn,
And greeted every slowly waking morn.

The heavy silence that once filled the air,
Is now a peaceful calm beyond compare.
The endless march of nightmare fades away,
Like morning mist that melts at close of day.

Remember not the hunger, sharp and brief,
But just the comfort, sweet and soft relief.
Those haunted days, they drift so far from sight,
Become a whispered shadow in the light.

The years now spin like threads of golden gleam,
A distant echo of a waking dream.
No longer do we walk where sorrow lies,
Beneath these tranquil, calm and gentle skies.

Sleep gently now, my darling, safe and whole,
Rest in the harbor, calm within your soul.
For all the chaos vanished far away,
Is just a memory of a brighter day.