It is graceful in the means of destruction

Swooping over the land

Digging in deep with its claws

Scorching the earth

With plumes of fire

It glows in the dark

A candle of chaos fiercely standing amidst a sea of surrounding darkness

But this chaos is anything but ordered and beautiful

It ravages

And kills.

And yet

There is a strange elegance

An elegant killer

Death

Is a force

That comes for all in the village

Sparing no one in its ultimate justice

Yet the very force that seeks to divide us, and burn us

Is divided itself

Two heads

Each seeking ruination in different forms

Sometimes the cruelest evils

Take shapes we recognize

And believe to be ours

All the while

The debate ensues

La Jeunesse