ENIGMA

The story that you commenced,
Has it not an end.

For it was not the close--
When you shut your altered sight;
Of accepted ignorance,
To battle the veracity of undue expectation.
The story that you did weave,
With atrocious finesse--
You tore apart ,
When the diversion,
Tore You apart.
With a fear rummaging through the séance,
That you had scheduled,
To summon your dying self,
You left the sun to bury within the clouds.

Fear not,let it unfold,
For a story unfinished
Is not a story in itself.