Sonnet Sunday's: The Black Death

It all started with the Mogul horde

When they were mysteriously floored

Throwing their dead right over the wall

This act would be the start of it all

All the way to Italy it came

For history is never the same

Way across Europe, it quickly spread

Thousands of people would soon be dead

Extending from the rat’s parasites

The church leaders refused to give the Last Rites

No one’s safe, not even the royals

Each of them was marked with blackened boils

Physicians at that time racked their brains

How to put an end to all the pains

Soon you will breathe your very last breath

Finally succumbing to the black death

Brought and dumped into an unmarked grave

One more soul to be the reaper’s slave