Peace Costs!

The first time that they came,

There was only one of them.

Unusual, tentacular, huge.

She was scared at first,

Wanted to take refuge.

Then she had a dream,

Her child let out a scream.

She hoped her daughter

Would heal and live

A long life, not a disaster.

The second time she saw,

There were two of them.

Exactly similar to one other,

She could not make any sense,

Felt too early to bother.

That night she dreamt again,

Her daughter at the river,

She went over to her and

Helped her understand,

Divorce was her personal stand.

The third time she went aboard,

Taking along a board,

On which she wrote letters,

Used her hands to mime,

Having jitters all the time.

As she lay asleep that night,

She again had a dream.

Her now dead baby drew a picture,

Her family and a creature alongside.

Huge, tentacular.

So, she went the fourth time,

Knowing there was a message,

That those mortals had.

If the humans could not fathom,

It would be really sad.

This time came a group,

And she spoke with all.

When, the others felt threatened,

And attacked them with a bullet.

They revolted back, albeit slack.

At night she was weary

Felt asleep, her eyes all teary,

When she woke her friend came over,

Told her there was a code,

That the mystic creatures used.

With the newly gained insight,

She went back with all her might,

To ask them why they came,

What did they want?

What was their game?

They didn’t know what to say,

Language was a barrier!

But they managed to convey,

Their purpose was humanity,

Not terror.

She then went back to her group,

Told them to not be afraid,

Humanity was on a precipice of time,

There was something missing,

And it was prime.

As she started to get back home,

She had an insight,

Of her friend who deciphered the code,

And her daughter, together, with her.

And then, she could decode.

She turned back to her group,

Told her master to stop

The war to ensue with permission

From the consulate.

But he asked for reason and proof.

She did not have one,

Felt really helpless, blanked out.

She spoke to the consulate,

About his wife’s death,

In her insight again.

Rushing to the cabin then,

She got hold of a telephone,

Called the consulate who

She had met at a celebration

Of her success.

She said exactly the same words,

She had said to him then.

That was the proof and he felt

She was really bright

And then called off the war.

She was relieved,

That the creatures were safe,

From insecure humans.

She then lived her life,

Knowing the future beforehand.

She got married to her friend,

Had a daughter

With a dreadful malignance.

Going through all the pain she then,

Told her husband the reality.

The creatures had told her,

Time was not linear.

Her daughter was destined to die,

No matter what she did,

And he divorced her.

She then chose to live alone,

Remembering the mortals and,

Wrote a book about time,

The triviality of its known course,

And then was felicitated by the consulate.