Trail

Him and Her, lovers,

collided corpses’ hands,

blade’s poison, taking stand,

shredded fabrics, covers.

Oh, the survivors, to discover…

Did they understand

the blood on their damned hands?

Witless, to love another.

Perhaps His thoughts whispered,

"Hate changed them, so will sorrow."

Instead, how the world bickered

of foolish love tomorrow.

Blood only thickened

painted homes barred hollow.