#blackplague
Ominous winds circled above,
And I laid my claims to rest;
Hooves trotted about
Upon the moonlit Eve
To entreat forth upon the darkened quarter,
A haze lingering in their hearts;
"Parley, hold the roses,
The daffodils and tulips
The rosemary and thyme
Gather o'er the courtyard,
And let my ballad be at peace -"
"Pardon all further suitors
Amidst this incessant masquerade
Hearts and Souls swirl in angst,
Amidst this ominous parade;
The well of hearts hath run dry
Remaining as bloodlust; misery;
Just younger for the courtyard ground -
Give a prayer, par the bouquet,
To each suitor, that may arrive,
May their destiny prosy -
Through tender clouds
Before they meet the graveyard mound."
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
Doctor,
mask with a long bird's beak
looking like a horn,
checks out
what's hidden under
the grotesque version of
scales, that colorful and
wiggly fishes own
- abscesses.
A green-eyed girl
face still frozen
from the horror of the plague.
Doctor takes a deep breath
coveres the patient,
who sometimes was called -
he can't say it
but still feels the first time
when she was on his
protective lap and she cried
like the world was too
big to handle in the first day.
Now, The Doctor
feels the world is
too cruel to handle
in their last days.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC