The Fateful Night...

It’s a story of the time
When life was really a bore
Goodness and laughter littered the world
And life was sweet enough to be sore.

Life of simplicity and rustic
Rare as it was for anything new happening
As birth and death laced the cycle
The village folks for weeks kept chattering.

It wasn’t unnatural, no it wasn’t.
For days to be sweltering and nights to be no bother.
And the people, farmers they were
Worshipped the nature for it was their mother.

Time and days held no significance,
And generations really ran monotone,
When all that mattered was harvesting crop
And picking pebbles and stone.

Superstitions ran rampant.
Beliefs not uncommon.
But they were just stories they said, they admired
Over the years told by their gramps beside the fire.

The old and the wise looked on night,
At the sky that told them their future they pondered,
Was it the time really that,
The legend was to come true they wondered.

The stars were unnaturally bright
And the trees swayed wild.
And it was a rage on the land
And the sea could swallow a thousand and one child.

Yes it was time said the elders
To the mirth and amusement of the youth.
Stories told so long ago,
Indeed had a grain of truth.

It is a myth not a lore they said.
We are evolved now father.
Besides we live our lives modern now,
Enough to let the fact not be a bother.

But bother it should have, for the nature moved
With the finality that it disarmingly hurled
When it wrote of Armageddon
And the end of the world.

And it was the night that was decided
By those who controlled the natures flow.
For destiny needed it as much as mankind,
To bring humanity a huge blow.

The stars were unnaturally bright
And the trees swayed wild.
And it was a rage on the land
And the sea could swallow a thousand and one child.

Finally the earth settled, to a deadly silence.
The fateful night that eons would mourn.
And it was the night,
That people had denied existed,
The night when the devil was born.