And the curtain fell,
Ending the nights play.
A tragedy.
A farce.
A cascade of empty feelings
And wandering souls.
But to bring upon the joyful end
And cast out the struggle,
No tears need be shed,
No sorrow need be displayed.
A feast.
A festival.
Music.
Celebrate the closing of one door
And the opening of another.
For true happiness cannot be made without sacrifice.
Whether it be your brethren's play
Or your own.
