Being of Tragedy

Once, I met a Being of Tragedy

It sat in my dreams and smelled of honey

It bled gold and cried sweet melodies

It told me to love, to hope, to pray

for the world was to end yesterday

"Being of Tragedy, what do you mean?

It it all must end, why didn't you intervene?"

The Being of Disaster and Tragedy smiled

"You should have done it yourself, foolish child

It is not my fault, you see

You made your own calamity"

The bittersweet being left me alone and scared

as a midnight cat pawed at me and stared

Its stormy eyes looked into my soul

making me feel all but whole

"Darling, what are you meant to do?

Your life's evaluation is overdue"