A/N: I know it has been ages since I last updated, so to make up for that, and cuz I wanted to, I decided to try something a little different. Poetry! The story is not from the point of Death this time, but a teacher telling their class a tale about Death. Enjoy....
Now gather round my little friends,
A story I must tell.
About a foolish bunny so,
Sit down and listen well.
'Twas long ago in White Fang Wood
Where animals would play,
A carefree hare was hopping 'bout
On one dazzling spring day.
He payed no heed to all his friends
As by them he did hop.
They called in vain for him to play,
But for them he'd not stop.
Entranced he was with nature's scene,
Of green and gold and blue.
He blissfully hopped through the trees,
With nothing much to do.
Truth be told this bunny was,
Not of the brightest stock.
His family were but simple folk,
And all were dumb as rocks.
The flowers then would entertain,
For hours at a time.
The joys of nature all, in fact,
Enthralled his tiny mind.
And so, in awe of all about,
The simple minded dolt,
Just blindly bounced in merriment,
Until he met a colt.
Now met, the best word, may not be,
To describe the two's meeting.
The bunny crashed into the colt-
His customary greeting.
The clumsy hare, his head quite dazed,
Then took in who he'd bumped.
An ominous black figure loomed,
Above the leg he'd thumped.
Now ponies he'd oft had seen before,
They often came to play,
Beneath the dappled canopy,
For hours ev'ry day.
But this one was, without a doubt,
The strangest of them all.
From mane to tail, from hooves to snout,
He wore a deathly pall.
His face was gaunt, his mane a mess,
His coat was midnight black.
Clasped 'round his neck, an ashen cloak,
That rippled down his back.
His eyes, pure white, stared straight ahead,
The bump he did not feel.
And so the bunny thought that he'd,
Acquaint himself for real.
"Hello good sir!" The bunny cried,
And broke his reverie.
'Twas only then that he glanced down,
And noticed the bunny.
He did not speak, but in his eyes,
The bunny saw contained,
A sense of weary exhaustion,
And overwhelming pain.
Now being simple minded did,
Not mean he was unkind.
In fact hard pressed you'd likely be,
A gentler soul to find.
And so, seeing the heartache bound
Up in the pony's stare,
He vowed to cheer the pony up,
Post haste, right then and there.
"You look so sad, and this won't do,
So tell me of your woes!
I'd like to help you if I can,
Although they say I'm slow."
The pony seemed to be in shock,
For up until this day,
Of those rare few who'd spied the colt,
They'd wisely stayed away.
But here it seemed a simple hare,
Had dared to him converse.
And what was more, he seemed to wish,
His sadness, to reverse.
And yet he knew the effort would,
In the end, be in vain.
For no one creature could release,
The pony from his pain.
"Small bunny, you'd be wise to go,
And leave me well alone.
I'm sure you've got a family,
Waiting for you at home."
"Of course I do," he then replied,
Yet stood still in his place.
"But how can I leave you with such
A sad look on your face?"
"You seem to think that you can take
The hurt away from me,
But that is just not possible
For I have a duty.
It is not one to be ignored,
Its purpose is too great.
I've long ago resigned myself
To suffer this sad fate."
The bunny sat and listened well,
Then when the colt was through,
He pondered using his small brain,
On what he ought to do.
The colt, it seemed, had a big job,
That needed to be done.
And though it seemed important it,
Did not seem like much fun.
And then the bunny realized,
He'd seen this mess before!
For how could any creature like
Completing household chores?
The bunny knew he had worked out
The bind his friend was in.
And with a grin he began to
Explain it all to him.
"I know your job's important and
You can't just up and quit.
But if you trust me, then I can
Help you to enjoy it!"
The colt looked down at the small hare,
He knew the chance was slim.
How had he figured out that which
Always eluded him?
And yet if the small bunny had
A way to enjoy 'life,'
Then he would gladly listen and
Take the creature's advice.
"Alright" The colt sighed in response;
Of hope he'd oft been robbed.
"Enlighten me on how to find
Some pleasure in my job."
"Whenever I have chores to do
That I find I can't stand,
I try to switch up whatever,
The task is that's at hand!
Like when I sweep the floors I'll try,
A new sweeping technique.
Right-left, up-down, or in circles,
Each method is unique!"
The colt then took a moment to
Think over what was said.
He'd never thought to mix things up,
Because, well, dead was dead.
But maybe this small creature had
A point, for he had not
In all his years doing his job
Pursued this line of thought.
"I think I'll give your way a try,
It's the least I can do.
In fact, you've been so helpful here,
I think I'll start with you!"
Confusion crept into the eyes
Of the small, foolish hare.
And for the first time in his heart,
He could feel danger there.
"What do you mean, you'll start with me,
What job do you perform?"
He asked as closer the colt came,
The air around less warm.
The bunny backed away for now
He could see his own breath.
"The reason why I loathe my job
Is because I AM DEATH."
For one brief moment, clarity,
Came crashing 'round his head,
And he knew that he'd been quite dumb.
And soon he would be dead.
True to his word Death mixed things up,
And killed him in a way,
He'd never tried in all his years;
A messy way to slay.
It was quite quick and painless so
The bunny felt no pain,
When Death touched hare's moist forehead and,
Exploded his poor brain.
As blood and gore flew through the air,
And covered ev'rything,
Death chortled to himself, and then
He Felt the urge to sing.
"You know, I think that was quite fun!"
He shouted out with glee
That he had not expressed before;
Gone was his misery!
Who knew his job could yield such fun!
He'd been so wrong before;
There were so many ways to kill
That he'd yet to explore!
"In fact, why listen to that list,
On whom I ought to kill.
I'll have my fun, with EV'RYONE!
This job is such a thrill!"
And from then on Death did just that,
Killing more ev'ryday.
And soon, like bunny said it would,
His work became his play.
All 'round the world he spread his joy,
No one could stop his fun.
The princesses, the elements;
They all fell, one by one.
So now he roams across the lands,
No one to oppose him.
His purpose: only destruction,
Carried out on a whim.
We know not when, or if, he'll stop,
Or grow bored of his games.
We only pray he'll not find us,
And do to us the same.
So children, recall bunny's tale
On ev'ry April first.
And should you see a sad stranger,
Always assume the worst.
And ev'ry spring commemorate,
That hare who was a tool,
And warn against stupidity.
So Happy April Fool's.
Author's Notes: Oh man, I've had this idea to do a poem forever, and I thought an April Fools joke would be a great time to use it. I also thought that, being so much shorter, it would take less time than a regular chapter. HA HA HA HA! Looks like I'm the fool here.
Anyway, I do hope you like this, I worked really hard on it, and I like how it turned out. I hope it made you laugh, or give a mild chuckle. Also if it seems like I'm railing against less intelligent people, that is not my intent. Its just the character this story is being told by is super resentful and angry.
I do plan on having a full chap complete in the next few weeks, but school has been impeding my progress. Once it eases up I'll get back to serious writing. For now, be satisfied with this sneak peak of the next chap.
Thanks for reading! Feel free to point out any spelling mistakes, and if you like (or didn't) comment and tell me why!