I sit in this dark, gloomy forest
holding the remains of my friends.

The birds screech like man in agony.
The trees frame the moon, allowing the light
to shine upon the shrine
I created.

I move towards it
placing the flesh and bones of my companions
on to the altar.

Finally, I reach into my satchel
and place the heart
of my dearest friend onto the headstone.

I take a step back
and just as I close my eyes to pray,
I notice a black smoke.

I watch in horror, as the smoke consumes
and destroys everything that I built.
I grasp at the smoke,
hoping to feel something
hoping to put things back together
hoping to rebuild.

But all it does is taint my skin
with bitterness and resentment.