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
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.