Black Death, a shadow, swift and cruel,
Underneath the skin, a fever's brew.
Boils and sores, a gruesome sight,
On city streets, a horrifying plight.
Nightmares haunt, a terror deep,
In every breath, the plague does creep.
Croaked cries of anguish, hearts in dread,
Plague's grip tightens, countless souls misled.
Life's fragile thread, a fleeting span,
An era marked by death's relentless plan.
Ghosts of the past, a chilling tale,
Understanding history's somber veil.
Echoes linger, a reminder strong,
All too soon, forgotten, yet we're still prone.