Poem -
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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Comments
Wow, Simon!
This is saturated with darkness and despair, I've got the shivers!
This is insane!
Thank you kindly.
Amazing write Simon. You and I are poet soulmates. we share a lot of similarities in our writing genre.
Thank you Lisa i think we might just be! Thank you for your endless support.
This is a wonderful telling of history in poetry. A horrifying history it was!
Thank you it fascinates me so a thrill to write about.
Great poem Simon. Every stanza is very well written.
- SydΒ
Thank you Syd you're very kind.