The Unwritten Story of Endings

Incomplete! A city lost in error!
Let the clamor cease,
the mortal pull backward.
A hand touches the beloved face,
familiar music in the mind—
in the trance of undying memory
eyes secretly wet with tears;
one moment's unspoken joy,
the imagined form of unbidden emotion.

Come, let us rain down into the web within,
and then—
the refined shroud of a painless death.

In final separation descends—
the destruction of waiting creation.
In the defeated evil's last struggle
its complete nature becomes visible.

At heaven's gate, the melted heart blooms open,
sharp longing burns in narrowness.
Behind clear glass, examples of torment,
a crowd of white smiles trying to escape.