Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Tags: Plague, Death, Angel, Of, Fear

The plague hits 14th Century Europe, many die, and we hear a man's feelings of it.

Submitted:Jun 24, 2008    Reads: 199    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The death of many,
Scare my very soul,
They die, not from old age,
But from the Plague.

The terrible plague,
It killed my family,
Like a raging fire consuming them from the inside

Why do I care?
I am alive, I don't care about them.
but this plague is still here!

God hates us, because we hate him.
So it's an act of revenge,
God is nothing,
But a funny man with a cruel sense of humor.

I hate it.

God send us this plague,
As if wanting us to disappear.
The Plague killed many of men.

It killed women and children too.
Innocents, evil, young, and old.
The plague killed all.

Even petty animals.
The Plague is the Angel of Death.
Bringing his sickness and ravens upon us.

I feel my body burning like a furnace,
The sickness is in me!
So God does have cruel jokes!
He is going to kill me, a priest,
I worship him no more!

From this day forth,
My spirit will wander the Earth,
Not as a ghost,
But as the plague itself.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.