Death.

It came, rushing through the golden meadow, tearing through the glorious sunlight and killing all the joy. It was as mighty as the greatest of gods yet as quieter than silence itself. It sucked the happiness out of everything. It left everything lifeless. It was beautiful, it was dark, it was creation that was twisted beyond imagination yet it was and wasn't corrupt. It was chaos, but it was chaos within balance. It seemed to be at the verge of destruction yet it seemed to be on the verge of creation. It was the regulator of life. It has been feared since the first civilization, it is older than  time itself. It is the one rule that is constant throughout the universe. Nobody escapes from it, not even the Creator, it is the ultimate truth. It has been personified and has been thought by as the "villain" and the "bad one", but it is has a role to play in the circle of life, it is the one that completes the circle and gives you a new beginning. It is a legend. It is death!

Death is visible yet invisible...