Pest

Wet cunt of autumn weeps

And soil bleeds the blackest blood

All the trees are dead and withered

Like a promise of a new life in young girl's womb

Once solid ground where seeds bloomed,

Turned to mud

Punctured holes, like fetid wounds

Made of rats

Failed to see the light

Behind the smoke of burning corpses

Day after day rising lamentations

For another children buried

One by one black abscesses appeared

Terrible pains twist the bodies

Soon their maturated limbs

Will overpopulate the graves

The feeble flock gathered at church

With their white robes, crosses at hand

Cries of mercy for their sins

Prays to God for save them

But this plague won't left no one spared

In few days, all is ruined

No sign of life

Scattered around lies swollen piles

Vaporizing putrid stench

At next village's gate

Was tall and pale man sawn

Dressed all in black

And air around him was rotten and cold