There is a nemesis that hides in the dark
In trees, under bushes, say boat, bulwark
Sharp are the fangs that slaver for blood
Once pierced, unleash a mighty flood
Of malicious poison, dark and cruel
That curdles your sap, thickened akin to gruel
Forbearing the agony unleashed, a cruel mistress
Can be a difficult task causing much distress
To body, mind, heart and sole
The frenzy of a rush of blood can take its toll
On the strongest, leaving them ridden with fever
That convinces them at times to hack and sever
The organs inflamed with a passion of fire and ice
Sensations of the scurrying feet of church mice
Running all over you, determined to dominate
Every part of you that screams to nominate
An heir, a successor, for surely you won’t last that long?
The delirium shall not pass, au contraire it grows ever so strong
And slowly the madness will pass, the flush recede
The lifeblood curdles, Oh how easily he deceived!
So casually he rested on my arm
A prick was all it took; now my body won’t stay long warm
The curtain of life falls, and I, I who thought I’d never
Be a victim of something so mundane, as unsophisticated as that of the Dengue Fever.