Sonnet Sunday's: The Black Death
It
all started with the Mogul horde
When
they were mysteriously floored
Throwing
their dead right over the wall
This
act would be the start of it all
All
the way to Italy it came
For
history is never the same
Way
across Europe, it quickly spread
Thousands
of people would soon be dead
Extending
from the rat’s parasites
The
church leaders refused to give the Last Rites
No
one’s safe, not even the royals
Each
of them was marked with blackened boils
Physicians
at that time racked their brains
How
to put an end to all the pains
Soon
you will breathe your very last breath
Finally
succumbing to the black death
Brought
and dumped into an unmarked grave
One
more soul to be the reaper’s slave

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