Cliffhanger Conclusion

A herald rants he brings the news
The passing eyes just glance and snooze
He wonders why these minds don't ponder
As to ignore the truth he only wonders
This is the modern tale of insinuation
A recycled verse left to contemplation

A prophet dancing under weary stars
An era ends his words seem bizarre
And, the post-apocalypse survivors
Send cackles and a few lonely stivers
To recompense for his wasted breath
His false claims of impending death

A hermit dwelling on decrepit thought
Age grows vast and he is left with naught
But, corporeal decay and a slowing brain
The life he's led has been lived in vain
As his youth and glee seem so far away
And, no one will notice if he's gone today

A ghost stares back to an empty room
Where an end was made and he know looms
To writhe in regret what a nullng fate
A Perpetual sorrow he cannot abate
And,as stories come and legends grow
Our epilogues end - we will never know