Rhymes AND Nonsense

135. The End.

Act #4/4 of Epic poem; FULL CIRCLE.

If it truly was written in the stars, then wasn't it over before it began?

We weren't aware but we were staring down the barrel of a gun,

The perfect fairy-tale was nothing more than nonsense & lies

I won't lie, I still sleep & in my slumber, I dream that it never dies

It might look better in a hand but the flower sure will wilt,

Aphrodite weeps as the plan unfurls but not as she willed,

Her tears sweep through the paths we've trod, erase those footsteps

They're nothing compared to ours though, each for their own missteps

Click, the trigger went, what was living is now dead,

The china collides in the wind, a beautiful sound & yet so sad

It is such sad music; I don't know why I like the melody,

As if I am a patient & I am so hypnotized by my malady

I still remember when you saved me from falling to the ground,

But now I wonder if that would hurt less than where we've wound

Upon the very edge of where all dreams & fairy-tales breathe their last,

Ours too stumbles & shatters to oblivion like it was never whole at first

This flower sheds its petals, to the wind, with the other lost things,

I always thought it was noise but I now know what the ghost sings

'There's no begging or choosing, whatever has lived, it'll die too'

It appears to me clear as day, what the ghost sings, it must be true

Also true too it is, that more than many more, we were luckier

To have those bygone days to look back at when we were happier

I'd give up my years in paradise, just again to see you smile,

I wonder if you still know how to, 'cause I swear it's been a while

Fondly, I remember, you held me, when first you called me friend,

It hurts more now than it comforts, it truly must be the end.

Hey, it has been a while since i did this but i think it's important in this case. This poem is part of a set of 4; A fete of strangers, A rummage for an acquaintance, A naissance of a friendship AND The End. Alone, each poem tells a story but the story is better told by all four because it's actually just one poem; FULL CIRCLE. I only split it up because 1370 words is quite long for a poem. Thank you very much for your time, have a great day;)

-Constino.