In the stormy seas of a viral plight,
Where shadows reign and fears alight,
A curious beacon began to bloom,
A tale of hope amidst the gloom.
White sentinels, guardians of the vein,
Arose like warriors, defying pain.
From blood's deep river, they took their place,
Facing foes in a deadly race.
Born of fire in infection's wake,
Their dormant power began to awake.
Fierce I-NCMs, their role unclear,
Yet in their rise, a cure drew near.
Through winding streams, they made their way,
To cancer's fortresses, where shadows lay.
With might imbued by COVID’s strife,
They sought to save a failing life.
Metastasis—the thief of breath,
The silent herald of cancer’s death,
Met warriors forged in viral flame,
Who turned its strength into a name.
Could illness birth a healing chance,
From nature’s chaos, a wild dance?
From battles fought in the body's tide,
Emerges a light that will not hide.
For science dares where fear abounds,
In lab-lit halls, where hope resounds.
The mysteries of the immune’s embrace,
Unlock the riddles of cancer's face.
Yet questions linger, vast and deep,
Answers hidden, and secrets steep.
Could infections of the severest kind
Rearm the body, sharpen the mind?
This paradox, a curious fight,
Where darkness births the purest light.
From COVID’s strife, a seed was sown,
Its roots in healing are still unknown.
So here's to the sentinels, bold and true,
And science’s quest for breakthroughs is new.
In the whispers of immunity’s tale,
May hope and health forever prevail.
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