End Poem by soren Barrett
End
When the fire has burnt out and the coals grown cold
After the last shout and the last story is told
The book is shut, the tale faded to dreams
Thread of the past cut, a fantasy it seems
From the ashes a spark lifts and flies
A glow that flashes, then dies in one's eyes
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