It starts small, and unknown.
It spreads fast, and now shows.
A person stripped of all their glory.
Whether new or venerable,
A soul's a soul and will be taken.
Overcome by the painful invasion
Only the shell of what once was remains.
"But why?" cries the mother now dressed in black.
"But why?" asks a man who's strength seems to lack.
It's a valid question.
Amazing as we are,
The cure we need elludes us.
A survival rate didn't help.
Now it seems it's their time to go.