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.
Pestilence
written byMadison Julius Cawein
© Madison Julius Cawein