The Black Death

Quickly it came
From silk routes
Deaths new name
Silent was Europe

The illness spread
Dropping like flies
Families all dead
Business became death

Black with sores
Lay the bleeding
Greater than wars
Life grew cold

Plague doctors arrived
To every door
Testing who survived
Illness was rampant

Death was done
Mountains were created
Raven feast begun
Rotted England's Graveyards

The End

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