In the layers deep, where sun's rays play, Basal cells hide, where they lay. From the epidermis, they arise, A silent threat beneath sunlit skies.
On faces fair, and scalps laid bare, Basal cell carcinoma takes its share. Exposed to light, its presence shown, A subtle menace, quietly grown.
A pearly pearl, a waxy sheen, Or scars upon the skin, unseen. Lesions flat, in hues obscure, A silent threat, not easily cured.
Bleeding sores, scabbing pains, A whispered warning, silent remains. Slowly it creeps, with stealthy grace, A foe unseen, yet leaves its trace.
Though rarely it spreads, its damage profound, Untreated, it strikes, with silence unbound. Surgical hands, and rays of light, Fight against the encroaching night.
Early detection, a guardian's might, To stem the tide, before the fight. Regular checks, and careful care, Shield against this subtle snare.
Basal cell carcinoma, a shadowed name, But with vigilance, its hold we tame. In sunlit lands, or shaded rooms, Awareness blooms, dispelling gloom.
