Black Pleague by CommonHeartCure
Death hath rain upon the people.
Darkened shadows cloud the streets.
The vain of black and agony has bled upon the people so.
Their skin all grey and ashen.
Their feet bare on the snow.
A glyph in the sand has broken to chains.
A disease which eternally grown.
Civility gone,
And hair cut long,
Winding in tosses and rows.
Pain was a reason beyond which is known,
The people suffer a pleage all it's own.
And when death comes for each frozen people,
The night turns sad eyes,
To the blue face A' mourning.