Black Death

shadow of death hovers over cities
odor of blood and rot dominates
survivors fighting with hungriness
robbing graves for rotten morsels
darkness, pain and torture is coming
people infected by fatal virus
by plaque of envy, pride and evil
all went quiet — prayers, scream, excuses
the virus is mortal with no exceptions
darkness, pain and torture is coming
people remains cover whole land
scavengers enjoying the feast
from afar sharp-eyed vultures
tautly watching the last hour of people
black death