The Black Death

A life of health, filled with fun and laughter

Where one would always be your friend

A life of light, filled with riches and love

And then one day, that life will end

A life of carefree people who live life large

Never a thought of losing breath

A life of caring people who keep their love

Never a thought of such painful a death

With piercing cries of blood and pain

This painful death will hit them hard

To strike at their lives with blades so sharp

And leave their bodies bloodied and scarred

With piercing cries of loss and sorrow

This painful death will still raid on

To strike at their lives with fire and ash

And leave their bodies lifeless at dawn

Some may try to run and hide

But this death will always seek

For this is no game for the lives of them

Whose bodies turn to that of a freak

Some may try to fight it off

But this death cannot be killed or beat

And strikes sharp at the ones so blind

Then burns them dry with Hell’s high heat

All, either innocent or guilty

Will face the wrath of the Devil’s hand

He blankets the earth with pain so high

And his death rages through the land

A child sleeping in its mother’s arms

Slowly starts to see the ring of rosies

And soon infected with the stench of death

Will fill their pockets full of posies

Bodies will lie dead, scattered in the street

Until each one burns to ash

And though friend, family, or love

Once infected, they will surely dash

And once too weak to rise from bed

Your body so deformed and rundown

Fire will form through swollen eyes

Then, ashes, ashes, we all fall down