Aug. 9th, 2020

softlyfalling: (c:)
or: "The World and Anything Worse."
Once, there was a maiden...
...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world.
While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse.
"Except," she said, "I'm going to die." And no one listened.
"I'm going to die tomorrow," she said. And no one heard.
Into the silence, she said: "There's always an ending, after all."
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sorrowful blade of the softly-falling rain

There will come soft rains

And not one will know of the war, not one / Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree / If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, / Would scarcely know that we were gone.