A Plague of The Blood

Hiding behind these castle gates
The peasantry left to crueler fates
Mounting piles of the nameless dead
While within, we prosper, well-fed

Let the wretched masses die
And let their lifeless corpses lie
Crimson rivers endlessly flow
From orifices where the red devil shows

The maroon death leaves its cursed mark
Counting breaths till light turns dark
But here, within these hallowed walls
We scoff as the outside world falls

Among my noble peers, I confide
We’re safe, immune to the strife outside
Let the plague’s viral blade cut deep
We’ll drink, and feast, and soundly sleep

Yet shadows linger in the night
A whisper of dread just out of sight
What if the cursed red specter’s near
Harbinger of death we’ve come to fear?  

The madness blooms, I hear its song
As sanity crumbles and all feels wrong
The floors and ceilings drip with red
Phantoms rise from the graveyard bed

What if it’s here, within these rooms?  
What if we too heed the specter’s doom?  
I see blood where none should flow
And graveyard mud wherever I go