Tides of bodies lie in my wake, I raze their psyche until they break. Children have sung of my destruction and death, I laugh as they take their last dying breath. With potions and flowers they tried to stop my killing spree, but I continued to kill with bountiful glee.
Think you have it? The answer is below.
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Answer: The plague / Black Death ('Ring Around the Rosie' — the sung destruction; posies the flowers)
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📖 The answer, explained
The trick here is that every gruesome image is actually a nursery rhyme in disguise. "Tides of bodies" and the laughing killer sound like a horror villain, but "children have sung of my destruction" points straight at "Ring Around the Rosie," long tied to plague folklore — the ashes, the falling down, the posies people carried to ward off the smell of sickness and death. Those "flowers" meant to stop the killing are literally the posies in the rhyme, and the "potions" nod to the useless remedies people tried during outbreaks. So the riddle layers a childhood singsong over real historical horror, letting an innocent-sounding verse become the plague's own gleeful voice, bragging about the destruction hidden inside a game children have played for centuries.
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