Darkness falls across the land.
The noon time hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of glasses.
To watch the event before it passes.
And whosoever shall be found,
Without dark filters facially-bound,
Will stand and face the hiding sun,
But still their retinas come undone.
The blind, they’re reaching in the air.
They ignored the warnings of thousands of years.
And now these fools without eye tools will never again see the moon.
And though the others can still see fine, the blinded attack the living.
For the one thing no one could predict,
Is the blinded became zombie killers!