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"
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