In the twilight of the ending, Where the stars dim and bow, Lies the whisper of a beginning, A silent, solemn vow. For every door that closes, A window opens wide, With rays of hope that glisten, On the just- turned tide. Fear not the end's arrival, Nor the start's uncertain haze, For in each final curtain, Is the dawn of newborn days. The cycle spins unending, A dance of time and space, Where the end is just a passage, To a new and bright embrace. So hold fast to the promise, That when one chapter's done, The story's not concluded, It has only just begun