Birth of 'it'
Realization hit.
Brightly shone
Stars that night, they glowed
Who is friend or foe?
How would 'it' know?
Met something
But it does not look similar
Called it a friend
Not knowing the fiddler
Did wrong
With the friend along
No regrets no sorry
Now the stars less starry
Friend was the problem
'it' was the solemn.
The day now came
Dots connected in this worthless game
'It' now understood
That the friend was no good
"I gave you everything! And this is what you return?!" 'it' said
But the friend smirked instead
Now the war had begun
'It' vs the fiddler
A secret of the story:
'it' was nature
One thought rendered the fiddler's head "perhaps I should run"
But the nature was stronger, was bigger
And thus, killed the human figure.
