Black Death.

A sufferer of the Bubonic Plague

Black Death

Red X of death has come to me

Upon my window pane, the mark

Betrays my hopes, defiles my life

And knows of what I am soon to see.

Blackness forms upon my soul,

The stench of my own rotting flesh

Enshrouds the journey, lines the path

I follow now, until my death.

Buboes of pus enrage my skin

As torment weakens down my might

I gasp for breath, reach for life,

Stricken now, I lose my fight.



Written for the 30 Day Image Prompt Contest.