Virus's Identity

It springs like rain on mown grass Winds murmur over quiet pines No hoofbeats of horseman lost No limpid water from deep springs oasis lift from arid sand. Barbarian rides past towers without watchman Deep thunder in mountain thrown up Footprints of the darkness stone like starkness Harrowing & unhalting. Grand inquisitor, earth's jailhouser coverned deep and iron ringed submerged in auto-cage of steal Far from end and near to nowhere lifting our heads to the light of God: Spare my family and friends, thou great keeper of souls In its direness and darkness footprints of light, our bodies taken, our self retaken, wastelands of ruins heaped with ash mea culpa, mea culpa