It seeps poison into your blood,

Coursing through your veins,

Pumping into your heart, infecting the mind,

Suffocating all your senses.

Bewitching you—

The famished soil gasps for water,

Sensing desperation, it sends a flood—

Drowning itself.

Gulping.

In a world swallowed by night,

A blanket of darkness,

Empty souls yearning for light.

The radiant sun

Pierces the shadows one day,

Scorching rays enlightening the soul.

Blisters form on their skin,

But all they feel is warmth—

Skin melts away until

All that’s left are bones.

Too late.

That’s what it does—

An entity,

A force,

A curse,

Worshipped,

Hoped upon.

Its name is

Love