Plague Poem

theblackcat

Your body covered in black spots

Death making his mastermind plots

Lying on the floor dead

With sores blood red

 

The killer has refused to be tame

Will he ever get bored of this ghastly game

 

When will they learn the fleas are to blame

They are the ones bringing all pain

Just across the London walls

Lay buboes the size of tennis balls

  • Author: theblackcat (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2016 14:15
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 22
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