The Symphony of Silence
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
Deep within the crevices
where life gasps for breath,
we weave our murky web
of inevitable death.
The air, pregnant with contagion,
exhales a silent sigh.
I am Pestilence–
the weaver of this deadly lullaby.
Feverish fires rage beneath skin,
consuming all within their path.
We leave in our wake
a residue of hopelessness and wrath.
Pestilence’s plague–
a phantom lurking in shadow’s veil.
A silent reaper haunting
the corridors of sleep’s frail jail.
Hospitals swell with wretched souls,
wailing their lamentation.
Our insidious creep of disease
resists all mitigation.
Settlements morph into charnel houses
under our spectral touch.
Families crumble to dust.
Our invisible grip holds much.
No mercy in our caress.
Just a ceaseless torrent of pain.
Amidst the heart of illness
only the specters remain.
In a graveyard’s tranquil silence
where lifeless bodies nest,
we are the cryptic whispers
that serve as your final test.
I am Pestilence–
the embodiment of perpetual night.
In the deathly quiet
we spread our spectral flight.