• In darkened woods, all lacquered black,
    A single thought, “Never look back.”
    It echoed through an angered mind,
    Which answers sought, but none did find.

    The foliage of the shadowed trees
    Swayed in a nonexistent breeze.
    As though a wall of water wove
    Throughout the deep, forbidden grove

    In solitude, pure peace was sought
    The price was paid, the wares were bought.
    A gentle sigh, the calm embrace
    Of nothingness in time and space.