Most of us know the first lines of poet William Wordsworth's Daffodils. And some of us are probably familiar with the recent phenomenon of turning classic works of literature into mash-ups. This is King's High School year 12 pupil Reuben Hilder's Daffodils: zombie mash-up.
I wandered late, a lonely farm
That crawled towards the mountain's head
When all at once I saw a swarm
A rotting host of living dead.
I ran, they chased, their cries forlorn
Moaning, groaning in the dawn.
Their ranks stretched endless, far behind;
They staggered forth, one thought in mind
To catch me, claw me, make me one
Of them before the coming sun
With shining rays would rise
To banish darkness from the skies.
My legs grew weak, I tripped and fell
And as I lay there in the dell
Surrounded by the spawn of hell
Blood-red dawn light did break free
And while morning burnt their godless shells
A message passed from them to me.
For now when I can't see the light
And think of life in bitter spite
When all becomes an endless night
Cadavers crawl inside my head
Reminding me that I must fight
For I'd rather live than walk undead.
