The world ends, not with a snap but with a sigh A tether cut loose: before and after, beloved and bereaved, wishful and widowed Rich loam for heartbreak. Richer loam for demon fruit. A body. A bone. A bounty of tears. That is how the world ends And curses begin. Years pass Names are dropped and picked up again Kingdoms creep closer to the shadows, waiting. And a queen turned to rock waits for a kiss.
