Awaiting my turn at,
The hospital queue,
Because superheroes
Are susceptible too,
A call I received,
From a person unknown,
Inviting me just then,
To a place thus shown.
There was something in the voice
I had to fear,
It surely did not seem
Like that of a peer.
Prepared for anything,
I made the flight there,
But, Something kept telling me,
I should’ve been more aware.
My mind thought of the time
When I had a wild swing,
Why had I been so unwise,
At my first meeting.
Well, there was no time to think,
‘bout all that was done,
I had work to do now,
An enemy to stun.
At first glance it seemed,
He was not there to fight,
Because he was dressed,
In clothes of pure white.
But when he showed his sallow teeth,
And opened his red eyes,
A disfigured fairy he seemed,
An angel in disguise.
He but allowed me twice,
To thrust my sword at him,
‘cause after that my body,
Was moving to his whim.
My arms just dropped down,
Like branches from a tree,
My feet too gave way,
And I couldn’t even see.
One by one, my senses
Started to fall apart,
And my part of the fight,
Did not even start.
It was unusually clear,
As I lay facing hell,
I wanted an answer from him,
Even as I fell.
His name I did ask, and
It resounded in my ear ,
“AIDS” came the reply,
Relieving me of all my fear.
