The Penultimate Truth

The end of the journey,
Was just the beginning.
The moment of truth awaited,
For a brand new reckoning.

He looked down at her,
And she felt his wrath.
Time was just the precursor,
To this endless path.

And in the midst of it all,
She learnt and she wished. 
For hope and pleasures,
That were soon to be missed.

The end was still not near.
She had learnt it the hard way.
But for all that truths she had to face,
This was the only one she had to pay.

The End

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