I stand there upon the vaunted castle wall at time's end, a wilting rose in
my grasp, all alone with the legions of ghosts in my head, and do you know before
the tempest that darkens the entirety of the world I hear a whisper, for the long
road is no more.
Wheels may have turned a trillion times, I may have seen within myself countless
faces within as many miles, though always the moment you have to say goodbye.
Ah well. I had a good run, didn't I?