She is as dark as the night. She is as light as air. She moves like smoke. She spreads like the plague. She haunts one like a ghost. And sucks hope like a vacuum. She visited our town in the midst of November. When the weather was dreary and drab. When the chilly cold haunted everyone. When darkness descended upon the day one hour earlier. The town clock struck 2. When everyone obediently closed their doors. And falls into colourful dreams. All apart from one. A boy, of age 16 Lay on his bed Staring at the ceiling Tears glistening on his skin, Hope slipping through his hands Like sand, like salt, like nothing He was shieldless, unprotected, vulnerable A perfect prey So she diffused through Through the windows Through the walls His mind was clogged Everything changed from pink, yellow, blue, green red, All to black. Days pass, Years pass, She lives, Gaining strength with more victims, My village was infected, With a virus worse than the plague.