Witness to Plague

Master of the Plague You have history to pen down for centuries to come…

First Breath of Darkness When hope fades with the night, only your mask remains.

Echo of Empty Streets Your footsteps linger on the walls of abandoned homes.

The Blacksmith’s Hammer Each strike resists the catastrophe creeping closer.

Shadow of the Fire Flames light their faces, but never burn away the fear.

Silent Patrol Soldiers march, yet their eyes whisper the truth.

Locked Doors Behind silence, there are cries no wood can contain.

The Lonely Light A single lantern traces fragile hope in the dark.

Helpless Writings The doctor’s ink dries on the page like stone.

Beneath the Ashes Among burned houses, a memory still smolders.

Eyes of the Crows Wings circling above carry the village’s grief.

Decaying Hope Each breath foretells a heavier end.