The Circle drawn on hallowed ground
The beak-ed mask sat safe and sound
Within it put perfumes so sweet
Set inside as welcome treat

Our chants were raised to heaven high
As sun descended through the sky
Our hearts did pour into our cry
Our fate to change we hoped to buy

The ground it shook as form did take
Our life was forfeit for it's sake
A call for one to heal the globe
Seraphim in blackened robe

Bodies broken but quest complete
A healer called to walk our street
This dire plague it must defeat
Stuck on earth if incomplete

Summoned form looked once then walked
“Plague Doctor” the whispers talked

This was inspired by http://ekonk.deviantart.com/art/The.....octor-75497735