Road to the End – Poetry

The end was here,
Very close to the gathering we were at.

It was here,
We hardly even knew how close it was.

It was here,
We were not even ready for it.

On a long journey we settled on,
Bleak ash forest stood all around.

Put to sleep for a hundred years,
The warriors were finally awake.

The journey was not set upon,
To repeat the same old mistakes.

To control all of it,
For far far away.

A sip from the fountain of life,
Set it all right for all.

Or at least for the ones,
Who took a sip from it.

Photo by Michael Hacker on Unsplash


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