A Hearth's Warming Zombie Love Story

A dead pony went walking home Hearth's Warming Eve.
She was dead, but alive, so there's no need to grieve.
She shambled and she moaned while she pushed through the snow
This dead pony was searching for her missing beau,
but he ran and he hid from his sweet, rotten bride.
When he said "til death do us part," he hadn't lied.
She moaned out his name. He put his hooves to his ears.
No love that once was could now assuage his dark fears.

From dead eyes and cold, putrefied heart great tears came,
for even dead ponies can feel heartbreak and shame.
She looked down at a puddle, icy, and stepped back,
despaired at the sight of the monster who looked back,
with its face deathly pale, its two eyes sunken deep,
and tears dark with dust seeming like blood on her cheek.
She'd come back from the dead, clawed back up from her grave.
For love she had hungered, but now flesh she did crave.

He shivered and he screamed when she rattled the door,
and her moaning his name made him freeze to the core.
"I loved you, when you were alive, truly I did,"
he said, "but now that you're dead, farewell you I bid."
But their love and their past were no longer her goal,
Rather his dripping heart than his heart and his soul.
The boards of the door began to crack and to creak,
and the terrified groom knew that things were quite bleak.

With a groan echoed on rafters the door gave way
In shuffled the dead pony ravenous and grey.
As each stumbling step brought her closer to him,
His back to the wall, he knew his prospects were dim.
She smiled, gums tight on long teeth behind her lips thin.
"Together ever we'll be, once bitten you've been,"
she rasped out in a voice a pale echo of past.
On his ears still alive, these dark words were the last.

Now, they wander the snow drifts. Love keeps them alive.
Well, alive in that way the undead do survive.
So, don't walk home alone in the snow and the ice
and keep those that you love close or you'll pay the price.
These dead lovers love the taste of a lonely foal.
Run home, sing songs, or they may devour you whole.