PLAGUE

 

Blood oozing from the cavity of my bare chest.

Alas, no wishes left, I have not much to gasp.

It pools around my feet, dripping until root turns ghost.

Dried branches broken, silhouette of a corpse.

 

Lock your eyes with mine, sit still,

Watch closely, this is how you kill.

Engrave the scene on your erring mind.

I will haunt you in  a forest of a Cimmerian night.