Pestilence

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High on a throne of noisome ooze and heat,
  'Mid rotting trees of bayou and lagoon,
  Ghastly she sits beneath the skeleton moon,
  A tawny horror coiling at her feet--
  Fever, whose eyes keep watching, serpent-like,
  Until _her_ eyes shall bid him rise and strike.

© Madison Julius Cawein