The Final Chapter’s Mask

The Final Chapter’s Mask

When dusk descends and tales seem closed,

The curtain falls on weary stage
Yet darkness cloaks what fate has posed
A script beyond the current page.

What seems an end, where shadows cage,

Is but the start of truths composed
A prologue masked in midnight’s guise
Where echoes of the old arise.

For every close is merely veiled,

A harbinger of dawn anew
The final word may seem impaled
Yet hidden ink will bring you through.

In cryptic lines, new plots are hailed,

Unseen plots in darkness brew
What’s thought a grave for hopes once sown
Becomes the soil where dreams are grown.

The pages of our lives unspool,

In endings masked, beginnings lie
What’s left behind is but the tool
For futures yet to crystallize.

So heed not where the curtain falls,

Or where the final shadows creep
In every end, a whisper calls
A promise of the tales to keep.

Each closing note, a prelude’s lie,

A new refrain begins its flight
What seems the end beneath the sky
Is where our futures ignite bright.