the beginning is the end
Let me tell you a story. A story written solely for a single reader. The lone reader who can appreciate this story despite all the shortcomings. A story that became the pillar that supported the existence of that single reader. The single reader that became a pillar that supported my stories.
In the drapes of tales, where readers dwell
A protagonist's journey, they watch and tell
From trials dire to victories won,
The end marks a tale begun.
In the shadows of the Tower's might,
The reader braves the endless night.
With comrades forged in trials tough,
He charts his path, through times rough.
Through the realms of chaos and despair,
He finds his way with steadfast care.
And in the whispers of the lore's design,
Endings bloom as beginnings shine.
Across the pages, the story weaves,
Of hope and loss, of dreams and beliefs.
Each chapter closed, a door unbarred,
To realms unknown, where fate regards.
Through realms of strife and sacrifice,
The reader stands, his will the dice.
For in the heart of every tale,
Lies the truth, beyond the pale.
Though shadows linger, and trials ensue,
His journey's end, a dream anew.
For the echo of each goodbye,
Lies the promise of an endless sky.
Amidst the tapestry, a thread unwinds,
The protagonist lost in time's binds.
Regression echoes, past deeds retold,
As destinies entwine, future foretold.
With each recurrence, memories flicker,
Of battles fought, bonds being thicker.
In the dance of fate, he finds a role,
A beacon bright in the darkest shoal.
In the aftermath of the battles fought,
And victories won, though dearly brought,
The reader finds his purpose clear,
As endings fade and futures near.
With friends and foes, he stands alone,
His story etched in every stone.
Through the realms of chaos and despair,
His legacy being a beacon fair.
The is end is but a threshold to begin,
A chance for hope, for dreams to spin.
In the vast expanse of worlds untold,
The reader's tale is forever bold.
So let the echoes of the lore resound,
As adventures await, yet unbound.
For in the cycle of rise and fall,
The end is just the beginning's call.
