I found this poem today, among my computer files. I wrote it when I was in my teens. Thought it was fitting after the finale.
Time Lost
Destiny will not repay the cost
Of hours spent, forever lost
Drifting in an endless realm
A nightmare world in which we delve
In quest of answers that convey
Something more than shades of gray
Upon the tide, they washed away
The broader shores of bygone days
Held therein that tides great hand
A precious, single grain of sand
Fallen from times' glad glass of hours
Lost in flight its' timeless powers
Lit on shore, it silent lay
An unfound piece of other days
Wiser now, we’ve come to see
Many things aren’t what they seem.
--Wanda 05:42, May 24, 2010 (UTC)