Like twisting vines full of thorns,
It winds its way through life,
Ravaging, suffocating everything
In its path.
The worst disease, an epidemic
That spreads faster
Than wildfire,
Burning and sickening.
It is the largest cloud,
A black shadow to kill the sun
And make things
So much darker.
So much more pain
From the cutting edge
Of a sword that never dulls,
From the danger
Of an untraceable poison
That runs through the veins of life,
Rushing to reach the heart.
And then the body and spirit are broken.
But how to defend
Against it?
Build your fort, your castle.
Surround yourself with protection.
Place your warriors at the wall,
Your archers in their towers.
Pull up the drawbridge.
Barricade the windows and doors.
Do what you can, but that feeling of safety
Is only an illusion.
It will break through your defenses
More easily than you
Could have ever imagined.
It will find its way in.
