The end
Many have shouted its name
Preaching that it had come

Now it is down to three
Will it truly be?

No.

I know it is not the end,
Because more is to tell
I know it is not the end,
Even if many will see one
I know it is not the end,
Because when I thought I make my own end
Laid over ready to kick

A little girl stopped me shadowed slightly with a blue glow

I have not seen her before, but she look a little familiar
Her voice shrieked in fear as if she valued my presence
I could see her tears rolling
But I could not move

She stepped closer and placed her hand on my cheek
And cried
"Daddy don't go."

I know it is not the end, because she made sure I would see the end
I know it is not the end, because I was saved by someone who was not born

I spoke with foreseers to learn her name
All of them said the same thing
She was my daughter

The reason she looked familiar is that her mother
Might be someone I already knew

I know it is not the end, because she has yet to begin