Dripping don from the cursed mountain
death floats on the mighty river
taking from it's banks all forms of life
as darkness grows deeper in the river
tendrils of dispair reach forth to snag the inland towns
onward it flows
gaining strength from the panicked masses fleeing
the certain death of the river
but it went with tem
coming upon the shinning city of man
pestilence's curse sneaks in
by way of the sewers
refugee camps
curious gawkers of the morbid
taking the glorious city under siege
the river flows on into the sea
stopping its deadly dance in the waves
but it is too late for the city
Black Death has touched
and Woe comes to man where he reigns


6/7/98
~Shadow
~Maria Kay

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