Eclipse

And it was written, at the chosen hour on the chosen day,
the sky would become black, day turns into night,
the frost princess shall be reborn, her metamorphosis complete.
she rides a cave troll to battle, and orges answer to her calls.
such eternal beauty, yet chilling to the bone...

So engrossed in their oblivious ways just mere moments ago, the monkeys now tremble in terror, the legend was true after all! Meteors shall fall, lightning smite the unworthy and oceans of flames to drown their cries.
They stared at where the sun should be, they sniffed the air, imagining the smell of sulfur and brimstones.
The usual excuses will not save anyone, for all now are equal and there were none to blame. Some pretended to be cattle, disassociation being their defense against awareness, while others beat their chest lamenting "how unfair". Here a monkey offered his unfinished bananas, there, another one volunteered to work harder, as if the last feeble pretense of diligence would somehow redeem their souls.

It got darker even more, and they knew all was lost, and faintly whimpered of how they would become better primates if only there was another chance...

Looking at the heavens with tears in their eyes, only the stillness of remorse remains.

Now the darkest hour has come to pass. The monkeys stared at one another. Mildly embarrassed, they gratefully returned to their daily lazy ways.