The End.

and he died.
The end.

and they lived happily never after.
The end.

and the howling winds reminded them
that the demons would forever be there
to torture their ancestors
for the crimes of Toreador.
The end.

and Alabaster swore
he would never leave the tea off the kettle
unless it were an especially frosty Tuesday
and they all laughed and laughed and laughed
except for Alabaster’s aunt
who swore in a tongue that nobody understood
but that is a tale for another day.
The end.

and we danced.
Swept away for a moment,
by chance,
by the Hooters,
we danced, romanced,
liars in love.
We danced,
‘til the end.

and in the end,
her majesty was a pretty nice girl
so we just let it be.

and Doctor Manhattan told Ozymandias
that nothing really ends
in the last chapter of Watchmen
after which The Original Writer thought
the credits would revoke back to him
but Doc Man was right
and DC kept the credits
because they were worth so much
and anyway, stories never really cease,
it’s just a matter of when you stop pay

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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