The End

So we have reached it: The End.
The cards have been tossed and the settings chosen,
and felt is the glorious scent of faux greens.

Wrapped in white silk am I,
discarded like the bruised leaf of Autumn
and sweet bruises refrained in my skin.

The wickedness of Men has ruined me.
I am obliged to receipt their covets
and break the unspoken law of Silence.

Few people know my true name,
and no one misses me until I am gone.
I am wholly there or wholly nowhere.

I am possessed by the male and female.
From the days of their youth I shadow them.
In every soul I wait for the day they forget me.

I do not mourn them, for I am as youth:
only meant for a day and a year.
The sweetness of my presence is not a loss,
for it is replaced by my sister of Insight.

In a moment I am gone.

Do not long for me, Beloved.
I am not meant to be always coeval.
I am the gift of the beginning, and my gift is The End.