Grief
Once there was a small town called Sunderland.
In that small town lived young Katherine and
Her dear sister, beautiful Rosaline,
Who was rumored to be simply divine.
One day a sickness swept through their small town,
And it killed their neighbors from all around.
This disease, typhus, was from other lands,
And now it was spreading its evil hand.
Katherine, being very courageous,
Went through, uncaring that t'was contagious,
Unawares, the vile hand caught Rosaline;
Ne'er again would she be pure and divine
Slowly, Rosaline began to decay.
Though hopeless, Katherine tried to delay.
Rosaline began to hallucinate,
And then Katherine knew it was too late.
Rosaline's condition turned for the worse;
She had a fever that would not disperse.
But one dark night, half an hour past nine,
Katherine's hopes died along with Rosaline.
To see all this death did render her mad;
Poor young Katherine will never be glad.
Katherine, half insane, breathes her last breath
And joins her sister in sweet, blissful death.
* ~Just something I wrote,and the name of the town means nothing I just picked a random town.~*
