Then There Were None Poem Novels & Stories

Not the absence of everything that came before. Just this. Just us. Still here. THE END

Then appearing as letting go. Then appearing as nothing at all. And still. This. The light that needs no name. Forever. Without forever. This. Consider the sound of rain on a roof that no longer exists. Consider the scent of bread baking in an oven that was never built. Consider the weight of a child’s hand in yours when no hand was ever separate. All sensations arise. All sensations dissolve. None leave a trace. None were ever owned. The rain falls through the open. The scent drifts through the open.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

Please… don’t let this be for nothing. And then, There was nothing. I was completely out.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,

But struggles are futile, there's no end to this infinite darkness. I tried to close my eyes, conceiving this ambiance. Unfortunately, all I felt is... .. .. .. .. 'Nothing'

Silence. Not the kind I had gotten used to. Not the quiet of the street, or the pause inside the café. This was something deeper. Something absolute. No background noise. No distant movement. No life. Just. Nothing. And yet. It wasn’t empty. I stood still, letting my eyes adjust. The space around me stretched out, but not like a room. There were no walls. No ceiling. No floor I could clearly define. Just lines. Thin. Faint.

There was no echo. Why? The word fractured. When? Time did not exist here. There was no before. No after. Only a stretched, endless now. I tried to move. There were no limbs to command. I tried to scream. There was no mouth. I tried to feel the wolf. Nothing answered. I tried to feel the Flame. Nothing burned. Only fragments drifted through the haze. Silver. Gold. Fire. Shadows. A crown. A laugh. A promise. I didn’t know what they meant.

There was no fire. No roaring skies or molten vows. No blazing circles of power or ancient rites that demanded blood and bone. No declarations etched in flame or ceremonies passed through generations of scaled kings. No council gathered to murmur judgment. No sneering eyes hiding behind polished armor. No spiteful smiles waiting to twist joy into weakness. Just her. Just him. And the hush of a realm learning to breathe again.

Through all of them. Love never ends. It just changes shape. --- **THE END**