ONE is non-existent
In the sense that there were many
But I can tell you ONE story
For ONE is enough, atleast for now.

Once upon a time: an elf gardener
She planted saplings down the lane of memories;
She planted saplings down the lane of her heart.

Once upon a time: an earthworm
Always starving, Always tired.
It was a gift at first, from the elf's kins,
But didn't survived long as a gift;
You know of those hungry worms

Should I describe how they eat?
Elf was too naive to predict what was coming
She just wanted the best for her plants
Can we blame her if she let the worm
Twist down the soil,

Down the only soil she had forever?
Kins proved their kinship
The worm turned black on a red moon night
Swallowed the saplings, swallowed the soil,
Swallowed the elf's only wealth.

She thus turned into pages- blank, sometimes
Black, the other
Not knowing how to bring back her rotten world
She turned to pages- crumbled, sometimes
Invisible, the other
Not knowing the worm feeding on her pages.

It's true that she fed her worms
With whatever she had
Even after whatever it had left her
But once all that remains is the worm- your own-
Will you kill it, or keep it?