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The Black Death
Something I wrote randomly, about the Black Death. In the view of a woman.
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Her eyes glow with the twilight,
shifting through colors from black to white,
they fill with tears as she watches in horror,
as chaos fills the worlds peaceful order.

Evilness sheds its darkness across the land,
crossing every river and infecting every man.
Nothing can escape its grasping hands,
sickness comes for all who still stand.

Her breath grows cold,
her body shivers,
her feet give way,
and now she quivers.

Will this be the end?
Has death finally come?
Why is it now that she has succumbed?

Her mind now clouds with fear,
as tears run their final course.
Now she begins to hear,
the sound of the cruel Black Death,
tapping quietly at her door.

Coughing blood,
feeling weak,
boils burst, skin begins to bleed.

She grabs ahold of a gentle hand,
and says her last few words,
"I love you, my husband,
do not cry.
I will always be with you,
until the day you die.
Hold me now,
give me a kiss,
for I am about to die,
and it is my last wish."

But he pulls away, gasps in fear.
For though he loves her, he does not wish,
to die as she did,
writhing in agony and gasping for breath.

He runs away,
to the next town,
hoping that the sickness had not reached these bounds.
But indeed it had,
for all in that town now lay dead,
their sightless eyes calling,
their mouths open in silent death.

Kneeling, the man tears at his hair,
his eyes filled with tears,
knowing now...
that he cannot flee Death, for he is everywhere.

Coughing starts...
Lungs cloud up,
Blood spews across his chest,
and in his agony,
he screams out her name,
the name of the one he abandoned,
the one he had shamed....
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