UNENDING DOOM(COVID)

Homage be unto you, nineteenth legend
you that fled in frailty times when men propelled
and gather all that could wither done
unto your sabring bone be gone,
From the universe where divine mortals dwell
and grave,that during the dreadful times when mayhem repel
now home you fortified have come
like an hunter who prowls a vicious tiger in her home,
and him of less bullets charge the latter,
who of defence techniques and grave paws,mount the hunter
but when the hunter realise his frailty;
through inflictions him to home went scanty
base brew strengthening potion,
and to recovery aims the bullet in action
that the hunter's rigidity could none be found
in the mammals now meticulous land
and to peak his reign be, sabring all that could of meaty soup
thus; those mammals that once transact in groups,
now to abode forcefully entwined
and sans prey to their daily need
so grave; recount new lord, what is your aim sent?
the world is in absolute trepidation to your scent
the heads are petrified to what you could be
say, "did rumour sways this statement?
or to tell, was a mild understatement
that your wrath is of heaven divine
to punish all unthankful mortals in line,
with the earthly descendants
and to instance recount,
the source which your brows initially emerge
which when all to be propelled in rage,
was done, and the city proclaimed reimstatement
nay, i figured, for your wrath is widening in the tide
and all that your heavy blow slide,
is nothing to say of how sinful such nation is
when will you depart? or is it all to end fix?
all lies dreary now like time past
when all in fatal gloom was lost
and if this possibly be,
i plead you to take me in good describe.


(The gladden scribbles)
"Base worm"