The End

What can one say? 
Except to quote the Bowl of Petunias; 

"Oh no, not again."

This is the end

Beautiful friend

This is the end

My only
friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end

Of everything that
stands, the end

No safety or surprise, the end

I’ll never look
into your eyes…again

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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