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Ridden with a strange disease

A reminder of the mists

Which covered mountains

Wastelands and seas alike

And descended like

An untearable shroud

The fevered dreams it bred

The pain and woes it summoned

Dread, hysteria, madness

Were unlike anything

Known to man

Were unlike anything

The world has ever seen

Yet no one died

From that mysterious disease

Even though many were longing

For the final shiver

And the very last breath

To put an end to this

Overarching obscurity

But like a smouldering fire

The scourge sprawled out

Conquered the lands

Possessed man everywhere

Countless helpless attempts were made

Still no cure could be found

All of a sudden and without warning

The plague came to an end

Vanished as it had appeared

But in their minds

It still lingers on...