Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
Whispers of fear on the wind did ride,
As shadows deepened, the light began to slip.

A silence fell heavy, thick as a shroud,
Where laughter once echoed, now only despair,
A darkness descended, ominous and loud,
With each passing moment, hope vanished in air.

It coursed through the veins of cities and towns,
Turning joy into sorrow, warmth into cold.
Once vibrant faces wore weariness frowns,
The tales of the brave and the stories of old.

Streetlights flickered, casting ghostly glows,
As the heart of the city pulsed slow and faint.
Echoes of footsteps, a haunting repose,
Each shadow a reminder of what they could’t paint.

In homes once alive with the sound of delight,
Now hushed were the voices, replaced by the sighs,
Families huddled, lost in the night,
Each moment a battle, each breath a disguise.

News from the outside was bleak and foreboding,
Reports of the spreading, the chaos unfurled.
Yet within these walls, a resilience was growing,
A spark in the darkness that defied the cold world.

In secret they gathered, whispering plans,
Sharing their fears, their hopes intertwined.
With hearts that were heavy, but...