I am an 8th grader who took a liking to poetry.
It was a shadowy night,
The wind pushing and snapping trees,
The lightning like a silent torch,
The thunder bellowing sadness,
...
We have watched them,
They are blind to us,
Under constant fear of invasion they lived,
Then it happens,
...
It is a disease spreading from person to person,
Infecting them all,
It is death,
Carrying you screaming away,
...