So

Over in the dark woods they had walked the day into night. There was an eerie gleaning in the pines. Gone midnight after a 4am rush that trekked the mountain path to here, They rested. The faintest breeze hid that fraying remark. Clouded by too much history, Lost zone in arbor, they kept returning to this. What will beckoned an end that would surely come. Where were the stars of another year. Before a past remembered, Comet dust in this hour of silence.