The Brothers Death

A brotherly jaunt through sinister mirth behold the brothers Death: gowned and guided, an ill century the fourteenth, an alliance of crop, of plague in ground-down death of torrential pains in sores and blood under the rains that drowned the land, starved the bellies there echoed howls of ill exclaim a wanting of a light to shine is where the brothers thought that they worked well together, effectively one would scoop from ruined crop one from sickness, war, attack the beak, a sign, of the plague mask in shacks, where hags mopped weeping rot crosses on doors, on floors of straw with nothing in the cooking pot the brothers danced and sang their wealth of many clientele they sought and on they went, and on they struck perfecting songs on appetites of pestilence and of disease hand in hand like trees whose leaves do smother, smite, in murderous breeze the brothers, down the ages tease and beckon, wreaking havoc on, like rolling waves of seas on high always taunting their sister - life