Dream of Death

A small poem about the black plague. A little graphic/discriptive.

Dream of Death

I went to bed and had a dream
I was walking along an empty street
Ilooked down and realized
It was not a street I was walking on
But piles of the dead
I saw my friends, I saw my family
I saw strangers too
I looked from side to side
And all I saw was dead-
Black and blue and covered in flies
The smell of rotten flesh burned my eyes
I saw through the foul fog and smoke
And at me a face loomed
A skeleton it was, and it beckoned me to come
I woke up and it was true
Death had come to take me too