I have a knack for poetry, so I wrote a poem based on the season finale. Tell me what you think, any criticism is accepted - Speak your mind.

Their hope recedes,

by the burning shed,

of those who live,

amongst the dead.


Hope, should they find,

Only to fall from their reach.

The airborne plague,

of which he preached.


In a circle, they gather

left only to admire,

the flames ablaze,

Beside the Dying Fire.