The Curtain Crashed – Sonnet XXXVII

The curtain crashed before the show was o’er,
So no one got to see the very end.
From that day forth, the culmination? Lore.
The storyteller chooses what to mend.

For this one – comic, that one – tragedy,
And still, for others, true-crime mystery;
Some wrap up neatly – most are raggedy,
Yet each will make some mark on history.

But outcome vague doth cause dismay to most;
How will the scène finale for each play out?
Alas, we know not ’til we reach the coast
At journey’s end and sail from all self-doubt.

Before we conjure up an ending bleak;
Know nothing’s on the last page as we speak.

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