Almost the end of one little book.
Almost complete, come, take a look!
The pages are filling with words from a dream.
The pages are filling and soon the will scream!
Soon they will scream with sorrow and pain.
Soon will they scream of darkness and rain.
Almost the end, where is the joy,
Almost the end, a poetry ploy.
To get out the bad, to get it all said.
To get out the bad, no more words, time for bed!