Black Plague

Black Plague

Follow me, she said
Into the black abyss
Where we’ll cleanse our hands
Of this angel dust

Come play with me
In the devil’s ring
With a pocketful of ashes
Because we’ll all burn down in the end

The dark flame is rising
Engulfing the cities and forests
And reaching into space as far as man has touched
Wings will get you nowhere now

An ant, a baby, a tree
Measured on a scale of worthless numbers with no meaning
He’ll take it all away
“Indian giver!” a six-year-old screams

It’s cold down here, I say
Heat rises, she sings
As she dances on the embers of the damned
And with calloused feet she beats the drum of loss