Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked

Nothing

Nothing has no name, Nothing has no form
Nothing's simply nothing as from Nothing it is born
Nothing might seem harmless, but please let me be clear
Agra, god of creation, has Nothing to fear

When the world was created and Agra formed each beast
Nothing watched from far away, the lesser of the least
Each creation a masterpiece, each unique in some way
And Nothing but Nothing could have kept Nothing at bay

Nothing wanted everything; it had nothing to give
And so it stole from everything, all so that it could live
Body of a zebra, eyes of a cockatrice
Horn, wings, and hooves of ponies, and the power they produce
Claws and tail of griffin, a dragon's teeth and lung
From the lesser of the least, how mighty Nothing would become!

Then there was but one thing left to be complete
A shadow of his own to spread beneath his feet
He'd steal many a shadow, but they would never stay
When sun went down and dark took ground they'd always get away
And so he's search for ages and his body would grow old
And no one could have known how things would then unfold

For, eventually, Kifo, Death, would catch up to Nothing
Life's shadow itself yearned to take the wicked being
For Death was a just creature and preyed on the cruel
Those who harmed life would lose it; that was Kifo's rule

Nothing was prepared, though, and attacked Kifo in rage
He beat Kifo into ground and made the earth his cage.
In the struggle, at Kifo's touch, flesh rotted away
And, of all he'd taken, only his bones would stay

And so Kifo took up a shadow, a purpose, and a name
And since that time, since that crime, death was never the same
No longer would he prey on just those who squandered life
No, this new death was greedy and was not bothered by strife
And so Kifo became known for something else after his fall
That, no matter what you've done, greedy Kifo comes for all