À la Fin (At The End)
a poem by The Vintage Vampire
I strolled on a path like a golden serenade,
Winding endlessly as I did my ballet.
The piano played a pristine trill,
Accompanied by a violin’s shrill
Sparkles glittered in the moonlit sky,
But lo! They’re not sparks, nor glitters that fly.
Those were stars, diamonds of the night,
Brightening the dusk as they showered their light.
My waltz went on and a rabbit I see,
It’s pink nose quivering, as a robin would be
If it’s left in the cold with no one to care
For his shattered wing, as he cried in despair.
The bunny looked at me with its curious eyes
Like emeralds stuck on fluffy white skies.
I bent my knees to stroke his fur of clouds,
But he scampered to the woods, never to be found.
My feet were jelly from the dances I did,
But I never would stop until I find the tip
Of the road I was taking, like squirrels in winter,
Looking for food as their furry tails shiver.
I was ready to give up the endless dance,
But suddenly I see an unparalleled radiance.
Walk, skip, and run just to reach the end,
Of the Nile River path, at last, a dead end!
A hundred white roses dazzled my ebony eyes
The end of the path gave the greatest surprise.
My heart fluttered upon seeing the sight,
I was glad I went on, now I’m filled with delight.
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This simple piece of poetry was made in a spur of the moment thing, on the yellow swing in the playground beside our classroom, 4:00PM (I think so…). À la Fin means At the End. This poem voices out that whatever you do, never give up, no matter how long the journey is. You will always find success at the end.
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