Plague Ship

silently the pestilence creeps...

 

Drowsily the waves sway, with an ominous rhythm

the air heavy with salt and rotting wood

a wraithlike fog obscures the horror

enveloping this floating prison of death

On silent legs the pestilence creeps

thousands of tiny eyes glinting with hunger

swarming in crevices, furtively stirring in the shadows

infested, teeming, stowaways of disease

A weight on my chest, a tiny squeal

a dark profile of doom casts a fatal shadow

my eyes open in horror, as I stare into the face of a hideous rat

the Black Death is upon me - this ship is my tomb!