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A Bedtime Story by jan-u-wine

So it begins, like all tales should:

Once upon a time,
in the almost-morning of the world,
A
Very
Small
Person
set out on
A
Very
Large
Task.

He never thought,
when he left his home,
that he might not see
it again.
He just thought
that grand
Adventures
(the kind that in tales end in happily-ever-afters)
awaited him.

Adventures that ended in a warm bed,
and a nice supper
and a pint or two
shared
'round a fire with
A friend -----
or three.

But
the world was not so small as he.
Bitter chance sought to
wipe away
all that he held dear,
all that he valued
all that he loved.

So, for his love,
(though his way was unsure)
he walked on
through the night,
through the cold,
through the doubt,
through the sorrow.

I know.
Here is where
you should like
me to write:

"and he won through.
And
he saved
his world.
And he lived
Happily
ever after."

I know.
You would like me
To write that.

The truth is:
He walked.
He kept on walking,
until he could not
walk any more.
And then,
he crawled.

He crawled,
Until he could not
Crawl any more.

He won through.
He saved his world.
He did not

Live
Happily
Ever after.....

No.
But he walked.
He walked
Until he could walk
No more....
He walked....

into the haven
Of our hearts,
where he lives,
Haply,
Ever
After.

Never
The End.