The Many Endings

He said he had many endings
I smiled..
That meant there had been beginnings too

The question pricked at my mind
Like the thorn cutting through my flesh

Who is the unlucky one?
The one with many endings
Or the one who never saw a beginning

Is the one winged eagle ill fated?
Is the chained prisoner luckier?

The sun ceased to rise
It said it feared the night
The writer ceased to write
He said in the end the world would end