To End All Stories

Hand shakes as I put pen to paper.

The words fall.

And I know that this will be the one to end them all.

 

As another tale of another epic fail

Sorely unfolds,

I know that this is one that should and will be told.

 

My heavy heart says that this is the start

Of the end.

All I see are shadows where there once stood friends.

 

Should I hide, or observe? Who am I to serve -

Which heart of gold?

For now the story to end all stories remains untold.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed