IT is Death
It comes upon a sun-kissed day when all the buds are blooming the peace, the beauty all is sundered still and calm the music of a peace filled day quiet in its own way "Blight, cruel, despair and fool" the names gifted mortality all watch with wonder and full of fear as IT comes softly near never even disturbing the tranquility A curse of hate, a destiny besmeared! still the peace of day carries right on Why! Why some of the watchers moan discontent but will not wish to bidding serenity farewell the soft Why! Why! the only herald to an act that leads to gnashing teeth raw voices, and rivers filled with tears "Come" says watcher one to the tears and the voices "Come, accept and bless" "It is naught but nature" whispers watcher two as they wish for disruptions to dispense the tears and the howls pour out more "Cruelty! Savagery! No! Revenge!" lapsing into madness No! No! moan the watchers as the wind begins to stir but still the softly flowing nature does not even pause the cries, the tears stare at all before coming in closer IT comes near again and softly slips away leaving echoes in the abscence of sound tears have been shed but no more they come and the watchers settle down again watching nature cycle through and as IT leaves with two quiet voices two souls, their corpses on the ground nature cycles on and IT goes its merry way for while IT does disrupt IT is not a virus to be driven out IT is nature too