The Edge Of The Cliff Poem by joe acacia

legends tell a story and stories become legends.
some turn into embers and some into fames.
the embers will blow away,
but the fames will be remembered for centuries.

they will go down in history.
they will be alive until millennium.
because they were born with our dreams.
they're like the sun-will only die at the end of the world.

as long as there is a light at on the cliff,
their flames will be over us.
our names will be forever written for future generation.
and so the edge of the cliff will be the end of the story.