Virus Cure

Arrows in the throat attack.
Spiny stabs of ice and fire.
Tangled tonsils wrestle and grip,
holding down the virus' trip.

Light and mind flow,
in glowing blue sentience.
Intelligence to fight the foe,
and calculate the path to go.
Locate the lock,
and stock the cure.
An antibody for a door.

Fix and purge.
Heal and fight.
Solve the riddle on writhing night.
Let the red battle cease
in sky-blue liquid peace.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.