Story’s End

Standing on a precipice
The edge of solid ground
Nothing in front
But open sky
To the chasm’s bottom
The journey is over
No more frolicking
Amongst the daisies
While staying hidden
From rampaging armies
Of hungry orcs
Only one way to go
Over the edge
And better learn to fly
Or a new beginning
Will not come
From this story’s end

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