The Darkness of the Plague

Oh see the sickness rise,

The plague will reap through Venice

And has the holy lamb of god

In France had its death now?

The body clearer is a wolf

biting on the rewards of death…

A man gives healing herbs

With saintly grace and love to spare,

I see the charity in chaos,

Thank the angels in flesh.

Only the heart will cure! a woman cries,

As her candle will darken too soon.

Can you hear the piano sing at last?

Her eyes tearing red, clothes ripping.

I grab her sick or not, rushing,

Seeking cleansing from the wise woman.

The woods possess monsters,

With death being everywhere we look.

Simply to live is an act of rebellion.

She falls, as I pick her up,

The door to nostrum gazed back.

Hallelujah, lucifer will not win today.

Nay, humanity’s spirit rises again.