WILL-O’-THE WISP

Beware my friend the will-o'-the-wisp

The horizon concealing its enticing glow

Its beguiling flame fed by the organism

The virus with its own personal psyche

Waves with innocent eyes from beyond

Like a siren upon boulder laden shores,

It calls with enticing phonation to you

Spreads the lies of an innocent illness.

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I like this very much the

I like this very much the best 'virus' poem I have read. Sue.

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Virus

Of course the worst virus in the fear within my psyche.