Poem -

The Black Death

The Black Death

Incessant shadow grew in mass,
A dark corporeal appetite,
Swept the land far and vast,
Wretched, the reapers acolyte.

Asian born it festered,
Disease laden streets,
Silent yet no longer sequestered,
It bestowed the living with their fates.

Kings and paupers laid to waste,
Women and children too,
It travelled forward, indomitable beast,
Across land and sea, it spewed.

Europe in the grip of demise,
Billows black and rain,
Silence befell midst the cries,
Millions upon millions slain.

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Mitsali Fatima

Wow, Simon!
This is saturated with darkness and despair, I've got the shivers!
This is insane!

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Simon Bromley

Thank you Lisa i think we might just be! Thank you for your endless support.

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Anthony Yormesor

This is a wonderful telling of history in poetry. A horrifying history it was!

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Simon Bromley

Thank you it fascinates me so a thrill to write about.

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Syd

Great poem Simon. Every stanza is very well written.

- SydΒ 

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