In dawn's dim
   light
we retraced our steps
through that
dark forest --
   our fortress,
littered with malice's
shallow graves.
The day's beginning
saw the aftermath
of crimes of
soulless passion.
I looked at him:
those hollow eyes,
what did they see?
What is seen
is what is known.
The trees did not
   cast shadows,
but stood with
solemn grace,
witnesses to brutality
of senseless order.
There were no
   questions now,
no need of answers,
there was only us.
He looked at me --
I saw a bleak horizon
in his face.
I saw the world
begin and end...
Cold and heartless;
no semblance of morality.