A sepulchral silence weighs heavily upon the souls of those that survived
His terrible onslaught and the ensuing massacre
For He came unseen and unheard on the wings of the night,
Taking away all that life hath given
In the blink of an eye he was inside, infecting all he touched amidst the streams, of blood.
Eating away like a fresh cancer while wasting away both child and man,
For the mother to see and decide
The exodus began a dwindling stream of the ones more fortunate,
Others falling by the wayside to rot and be buried by earth and time.
Ruined lay the villages, broken homes and tattered faces
That stare into a void that destiny hath left open like a bleeding wound.
After he hath gone the mother let a tear splash amidst the waste,
The wheels moved once more and life spurted forth gushing and rejoicing
He hath made a name for himself for man shivers to this day
The Red Death they called him and on the wings of night he held sway…