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.