The Subtle Being

The being, majestic in its malevolence,
Contained within a dimension,
A dimension constructed with impenetrable obscurity,
A barrier of scrutiny.

Its omnipresent presence was provoking,
Its very mention was scolded for being ungodly,
Responsibile for murder and pilliage,
It showed no mercy or distinction.

Its movements were impossible to trace,
Despite leaving destruction and death in its wake,
It was subtle and normadic,
Ignorant of its deplorable deeds.

It left a relic of a society,
A victim of hysteria,
An unprecedented order of mourning,
A scar on the vicar's hand.

For Sickness was its name.