THE PLAGUE
Lo, what I have most feared is now on me.
Hopeless, there is no trying to resist;
It seems I am on Death's list already.
There is no more hope for me to exist.
The doctor is a silhouette of death,
Cloaked with darkness over his bird-like mask.
He cures and heals like a lion's breath,
But makes you cry, cry in your eyes like mace
He brings in his equipment and tools.
I see his mixtures, doom is upon me;
I acknowledge my fate, I am no fool.
The plague doctor lets me die shamelessly.
The doctor leaves the house, without a sound,
Many more wait for him on Weymouth's grounds.
Tell me what you guys think
