The zombies appear to be desperate,
As they scrounge for flesh at night,
They are climbing over the gate.

The human fort is ready to realiate,
Taking advantage of fire and light,
The zombies appear to be desperate.

The waning moon shows that help is late,
Fortunately for the zombies' delight,
They are climbing over the gate.

The zombies guard a special secret,
They have powers to defeat fire's might,
The zombies appear to be desperate.

But humans also have acid that zombies hate,
And they attack while it's eerie quite,
They are climbing over the gate.

They pour it across with every strength inate,
But fall down when they see the sight,
The zombies appear to be desperate,
They are climbing over the gate.

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A/N:

Voilà! I present to you a Villanelle, a French form of poetry with specific rules. I tried to mix some element of sci-fi too in between.

What do think, who won, humans or zombies?