Quarantine
I cannot wait for forty days
For this life is all too fleeting
And forty nights without your gaze.
Might well stop my heart from beating
So send me off to hermitage
Where no one will hear my bleating.
Yet such must be our heritage
When death from plague lies in the air
Life’s price in an uncertain age.
Believers may find peace in prayer
Yet for me their words ring hollow
And so alone, I face death’s stare.
But cannot cross though lights are low
For it’s your flame I must follow.
The word "quarantine" originates from quarantena, the Venetian language form, meaning "forty days". This is due to the 40-day isolation of ships and people practised as a measure of disease prevention related to the plague.Wickipedia
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