The Lies of Stories

My mistakes are heard in thunder

In the shivers and the fear

That comes with shaking a fragile box

With no worry that we might hear

The snowfall of a snowglobe

Now a melting avalanche

That rush of tidal destruction

To wash away our final chance

That we might live forever

Beneath an unbreakable dome

Where every breaking thunderclap

Cannot trouble 

Cannot rip apart this fragile home

Where all my lives are fleeting

Even the ones that will live on

Far longer than the others that

Are dreams we didn’t know had gone

The ones that woke like startled children

From a life that shouldn’t be

To find that every world now left

Is a fresh new trial and deceit

To see that we won’t live forever

That we’ll only age and die

And the greatest things that never were

Are lost in tears we never cried

Tears that soaked the hardwood floors

Of every finite home we never built or grew

We were only ever our broken hopes

Our lovelorn lives

The tragic end and the final sigh

As our thunderstorm blew

With the rage of all our failures

With the pain of all our loves

The rain of all we thought might be

Crashing down as a truth we sought

To embrace the inevitable ending

The story that was never read

Before the familial fireplace

Where truths were never uttered

Never stuttered

Never said. 

Because who wants to tell that story?

Who wants to see the hero die? 

Who wants to read that final page

When you can tell of its biblical lies

That your heroes will go on forever

And battle each windmilling foe

In lands that they may never leave

With loved ones they’ll always know

It makes so much vital sense

Even as I type each word

To know the lie each story tells

For the sake of those who’ve heard

That all great things for now must end

And every hero goes

Into every darkest night 

Towards an end we cannot know

There is no grandiose thunder

There is no lightning strike

Just the whimper of the weeping world

And great absence of every light

To greet everyone we’ve ever known

That have all fallen like the rain

Like every story ever told

We hadn’t the courage to say

Farewell, my fables and my friends

Farewell because this is it

The final page

The final journey

The final strokes of all our pens

Farewell to all my heroes, I fear this might be The End.