The End

The End

A Poem by Soren

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

© 2026 Soren


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I don't like movies where the dog dies in the end - I much prefer a happy ending, so was hoping for a better ending for that spark - maybe a " first light on the fifth day " kinda thing . enjoyed the work - carl

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Soren

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks so much Carl where many see ashes as sad I see them as a sign of a fuel well spent, some see .. read more

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Added on April 30, 2026
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