The Last Widow #12

I never asked to Widow the innocent. But means beyond me dictate it necessary. The people of this world understand and teach one another about the chords of life, harmony, and the ties people make. They never tell the story of the one who needs to cut the chords when the time comes. The beauty that only I see. Is when the Song cuts to Silence. For that is my favorite note played. My children, sing my Song of Severance. Show gratefulness in the end of beings to allow new to behold. I am feared. I am nature. I am the final song.