There's
truth is this tale I tell
about
a time not that long ago
when
the death tolls did swell
Started
with a poisonous snow
Like
all snow it fell from the skies
it
burnt the skin and stung the eyes
It
contaminated the blood cells
by
quickly spreading after one dies
There's
non cure nor magic spell
and
under the moon it seemed to glow
illuminating
corpses eaten by crows
It
was a painful and slow demise
eight
months of frozen, burning hell
with
the coming storm I bid thy farewell
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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