Black Plague Poem by Zachary Hoyt

Wiped out our population.
wiped out our chance.
wiped out our hope.
wiped out humanity.

Wind rolls like a typhoon of death.
huricans killing, millions dead.
sweeping across.
total chaos and destruction.
sky blackening.
ending is hear.

The reaper is hear to clame his souls.
nothing we couldve done to prevent this.
the black plague has no remorse.
clameing women an children.
we couldent do a thing to controll.

The turrain scarce and empty.
winds rolling, but nothing to kill.
slashing up abandoned homes.
destroying old town crops.
decimateing everythings nest.
nothings left.

It was the ending of bliss.
we didnt want it to end just like the perfect kiss.
some of us packed up.
most of us stayed to die.
now the queen sits safe and crys.
watching her kingdom burst to flames.
but it was the only thing to stop.
the back plague.