Animals: The black pague

ohohohohoh(gregorian chants)the bell tollsthe black plague has struckdiseased eyes roll upwardsas if knowing which direction their souls will travel(bring out your dead)a woman in black criesas the deathly procession passes byand monks moan en masseohohohohohoh(gregorian chants)the yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle doorfor it is safer inside the wallstheir knocking pounds a dull tone across the quiet, deserted courtyardthe bodies of unfortuates bloat in the hot sun outside the castle wallsand ones ignorant of all facts plunder the diseased corpses for remaining riches.(bring out your dead)and the bell tolls ona man walks around the castle walls on the outsidethe light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moveshe tends the sickgives comfort to all he can for dying woman and crying manbut he feels it most for the children(unclean)tears glisten on his cheekdid man ever deserve this death?and not all will die, just the poorfor the rich are inside the castle wallsand he knows he could be with themand they laugh at this fool of a manthrough the stone fortress windowsand the bell tolls on(unclean)and many deaths and many days latermany tears have been cry cried but in vainfor tears can never erase the pain of deathonly time has that talenthis hands are now blistered but this man walks onthe only element of sanity that the people look to him for answers and he answers alland the bell tolls on inside the castle wall(bring out your dead)the dead are now buried and the plague is at its endlife for the people flowers againthey breathe fresh air like they did once beforeand there is not a sound from beyond the castle wallsthe bell has stoppedand only silence is heardand the peasants outside wonder what happened withinin their bones they feel something is wrongthe bell has been silent much too longfor many days not one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people liveno one came and no one wentfear can do many strange thingsand even though water ran lowtheir mouths burnt and bellys caked drynot one person put a foot outsideno one had that much couragefor they feared the peasants and their world outsideso they played it safe and didn't movebut one by one they perished and died