An End
The end of a tale
Makes feelings of dread
You now feel pale
As the conclusion is now said
Terror is now alive as
Realization hits you hard
The old past and present has
You hurt and on guard
The end of a story
No need to say bye
Because you remember “Memento Mori”
“Remember you will die”
Death is expected to be the price of life
So peacefully you go away, no longer in strife
Written on April 19, 2020
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2021
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