Its the end of the show,
curtains rise from below.
The final lines been written yet,
my tale remains untold.
Watch the end credit roll,
names of enemies scroll.
Wont you take the stage,
turn the page?
Let the end theme play
loud in every soul.
With every drop the ink runs drier.
My very fear, is being feared.
Unlike the artist once reverred.
Help me to make my motives clear.
A dream within another dream.
I put pen to paper just to be redeemed.
©sweetwhisp
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