Conversation in the Woods

Beautiful day, rainy, cloudy, cold, and a bit windy Just walking between the graves, my witnesses Alone, of course. To be. Best. One way. Element Loved this place. Here, everyone is loved. Home The last home. On Earth. In this world. A church No. The church is gone. Walk. It’s a funeral garden. A living death garden. Pure happiness. Down love – Forgotten love? – Asked Satan. – Love? And you? – Suspended. The love. I am a victim. No love here – You are my follower. – Said Satan. – Loved one – No love here. I am poor at that. – Ice world, land – That’s the way, the beginning. – Encouraged Satan – Way of the beginning. Hmm. I am in hell. Mine – You are lucky, your hell is a castle. – Said Satan – Castle? – I was amazed. – Yes. – Answered Satan – Yes, it is that. Sure. Exciting your world. From yours – From my life? A dirty curtain was drawn behind me. – I – That curtain is your wings. You are flying. – Satan – I am suffering. My times are grey. And so dark. – I – Follow your path. It is not easy. I know. But help. – Satan – How? With my memories and mental poisons? – I – The way is given. Yours. From me. Just walk. – Satan – Every walk in the forest is just emptiness for me. – I – That emptiness is the space of your new life. – Satan – Missing the love. A woman. Can we go together? – I – Good question. The answer is no. Can not come together, stay alone, your home is full of new homes. – Satan – Thank you for your kind answers, dear Satan. – I – You are welcome. And here. – Satan. – It was so instructive. – I – We continue in the next poem. – Satan