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54e34bd6913f0537fef95d6ecc6bd28aby Natalie Burns28 Dec 2013

He stands in silent undergrowth,
yellow leaves, all trodden black
indifference to solitude
He forges on, not looking back

The breath of winter on his lips,
he smiles remembering the way
The lies, the doubt, he sighs and takes
another step, another day

She waits for footsteps in the wood,
his gentle knock upon the door
The lies, the doubt, she sighs but knows
it's not enough and she wants more

He spies the cottage in the wood,
the secret dwelling of his heart
He aches each time he has to leave
but knows today no more they'll part

She welcomes him with open arms
though treachery is in his breast
He kisses her then takes a knife
and plunges it into her chest

She gazes up her eyes are wide
betrayed she never makes a sound
and though his heart is split in two
he burns the cottage to the ground

He stands in silent undergrowth
yellow leaves all smouldered black
indifference to solitude
He forges on, not looking back