All mysteries end and so does glory
The lights go out
Glimmer dies
Shimmer there was none
Or flowers to delight
What is left are memories
Simmering coals of hope
Burning desires, pain....
And a wish....
Which fingers tattoo in words on a keyboard
Untill there is nothing to hear or say
Except the staccato sounds of a nurse's heel
And perpetual silence at the morgue
Sombre.
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