"No one mourns the wicked, No one cries they won't return, No one lays a lily on their grave..." These are the words of the people of Oz, the ones who cheer at the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. But do they ring true? Is no requiem sung for those who the world scorns? *** A short epilogue for the musical Wicked, taking place a few months after the play's ending. I do not own any of these characters or properties; this is simply a fan-fiction from a loving fan of the play. Enjoy :)