Zombie hordes in zealous zebraic rampages
Destroy our homes in the Ternion Zone
In post-apocalyptic zoomorphic fuzzy forms.
Zion swings his double sided spear,
Of cast curvatures with sharpened edges
Of a lacquered handle designed
With golden scrolling vines,
Of a lotus inlayed with mollusk shells,
Of sprouting leaves in tinted jade,
With impossible speeds; Shrilling
Before our vision can keep.
Zipping past in blurred zest
He pulverizes our zenic advances