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Final Curtain


In the end

we die alone

 

In the end

no blade to hone

 

In the end

do Angel’s call

 

In the end

when rhythm stalls

 

In the end

which deck unstacks

 

In the end

our health attacked

 

In the end

we pray for more

 

In the end

but fate endures

 

In the end

one final change

 

In the end

whose face remains

 

In the end

the bonds break free

 

In the end

— one last decree

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: May, 2025)

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