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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

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