Kneeling passion, laid bare to scrutiny,
Knowledge surrendered, a beguiling tool.
No longer yourself; the plague's shadow wins,
Not mere sickness, but power's dark rule.
A blossom cradled in the warmth of light,
Darkness, the defining contrast.
Love’s fragile remnant, a mind to outlast,
A war ignites, an envoy’s decree...
-EyEm