Iron-clad sentinels patrol the thoroughfare,
Shielding medics engaged in germ-warfare.

Quiet playgrounds and deserted streets,
Bear testimony of Mankind's retreat.

Stalking the unwary and promising Death,
Masked in the shadows lurks the unseen Threat.

Amidst frantic probes to discover its Mark,
It crosses over into the Dark.

A mutation, a faceless feature,
A deadly parasitic Creature.

An egotistic species it can Decimate,
Should Its numbers in society Escalate.

Sinisterly hosted within the living who appear Immune,
The Vulnerable are Its intended commune.

With many Isolated and feeling Deserted,
Anger and Bitterness  will be nurtured.

As Reasoning deteriorates,
Extreme prejudice will escalate.

Into a world of floundering Humanity,
It will rain down Calamity.




Come closer, closer…..
Observe through my Twisted,
Uncompassionate eyes.
NOW, what you Realise,
Will leave you Paralysed.

I am Silently sealing the final page,
Of my glorious Rampage.

This is my crimson CONFESSION.

I am sterile of Empathy,
Dead to Sympathy.

A Master of Illusion,
I will sow Confusion.

As Humanity pleads,
I will Recede.

Granting a period of Grace,
I briefly Gift humanity its “Normal Pace”.

Mankind will naively declare,
“The battle is Won”.

But slithering in the Shadows,
I will rob you off your Precious,
One by One.

Realise this is no FALLACY,
Upon your Dead,
I will inscribe my Legacy.