• Ring around the rosey,

    The words rang in my head
    as I looked around trying
    to find who was singing
    the song of death.


    Pockets full of posey,

    Why would they sing
    about such a poison?


    Ashes, ashes,

    Why would they
    burn all the bodys,
    and not let them
    just rest?


    We all fall down.

    Why did that poor town
    have to suffer so much?
    The childeren,
    the adults.

    And everything in between.
    The world was sad
    with so much sickness.
    And when I finally saw,
    who was singing that
    horrific song, I gasped
    and sucked in my breath.

    A small girl with snow white hair
    Soft as silk, and souless eyes,
    Her small petite body, standing there
    innocently.

    Sure I was confused at first
    As she looked up at me,
    but when her small lips
    parted in a smile,

    I knew who she was
    and I was scared
    for the first time in my life.
    Because I knew I was looking
    death in the eye,

    the black plague.