The Black Death

The raucous approach of the vile demon,
Unlimited in vicious and merciless death-dealing;
A politic device of unmatching cruelness,
The people of the land begin shriveling and reeling.

As a provost, unwilling to unlock the cage,
The longaminity of the peasants marches in-tuned to royalty;
With the lack of biasness of the Sword of Obliteration,
The hag ridden Europeans succumb in a death-dance sorority.

By the hundreds of thousands, icy fingers caress the population, as a dark lover,
The whirlwind has ridden nigh, to claim every souls breath;
Expunging entire villages in less than a day,
Left only a barren wasteland in the wake of the Black Death.