Zombie or a Human

In the midst of a solemn night,
a skewed zombie with no passion in his might.

Walking askew-ed, sideways and cross-ways,
rambling, why she be hungry always.

All silver and All gold, had lost its allure,
a scarcity of human, it can't endure.

In the midst of a solemn night,
he walked with a gust of delight.

Thought a world filled with Mary Poppins,
she sang, and her orchestra had Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin.

Apprehending its angst with curiosity,
it became, prepared and unaware.

In the midst of solemn night,
he was dull and she a petite.

His unbiased hunger and her unquenched thirst,
both needed each other, no matter who is first.

In that moment, they complemented each other,
one felt gratitude, and other became just matter.