“The End”. Those
magic words
Cause such a pleasure-pain of joy, sadness, nostalgia, and…
I close the book with hushed reverie.
Something about stories
Is a straight road to the soul-core.
It’s as if a hand reached right out of Faerie
And warmed my heart with its icy finger.
A tear falls on my cheek, and
I know I’ll never be the same.
