there is a darkness on the edge of town it's shifting, cracking, severing the ground creating a hollow, shallow grave where the hearts of men are found but you must not let the darkness in for the darkness feeds on 'us and them' and devours wholly, the hearts of men seeding the weeds of hatred within a simple mask was all they asked to keep the darkness at bay but the heartless men proclaimed that their freedom was too high a price to pay and so the darkness cloaked the town where many since have died 'your neighbor's death for your freedom' the mourning town folk cried!
Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour. "Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night, waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?" "'It is I replied the courier," message in hand. "I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land." "Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone. "There will be no black death with god on our throne!" "Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods. Reject the black death and you increase the odds, of suffering and loss of your faithful flock. For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"
The visitors arrived again last night there are more of them now nameless, faceless, yet familiar and comforting my fear of the beast stalking humanity keeps me up most nights, tossing and turning the visitors wait they descend in the early morning hours of my deep sleep they are busy, doing something I don't know what, but their presence grows stronger maybe I will attempt lucid dreaming and ask them who they are and why they're here but I think I know the visitors are here to comfort and protect me, maybe from my own thoughts and imagination but the virus is no imaginary beast the virus is real maybe the visitors are too