In every end something is begun
And born, and broken.
An egg smashed over a bowl
Weeps into the depths
For the loss unspoken.

In every beginning something ends
And fails, and is dead
A dream abandoned to the dawn
Pleads to the light
For what remains unsaid.

In every rebirth something miraculous
Is reached, and flares.
A life renewed with firm purpose
Stalks the malevolent
And dispels his wares.











I could write an authors note but apparently even a normal one isn't long enough so we will have to take a look at this because writing a pointless authors note is... well... pointless.