Tragedy lacks courtesy…
It encroaches stealthily, as if on the paws of a feline, during our jolly times.
Dawns on us regally when our attention is taken, without bidding.
Befalls like a cyclone, leaving a trail of ruination along its course.
Licking its paws of the blood of our beloved ones, to our faces, in the end.
Tearing our hearts apart,
Transmogrifying our tranquil to carcass from which it makes a banquet in commemoration of its achievement.
Tragedy lacks a heart.
Even if it does have a ragged one, it must have fossilized moments before it silenced my beloved