Poetry Friday - The End

The EndWhat they had done could never be undone.Resentful, fearful, they divided blamebetween them, although neither cared to claima share. Behind them, to the West, the sunstood fiery guard. Now they were enemies,the woman and the man, but anyhownot strangers -- and that gave them comfort, nowthat Love no longer walked among the trees.They couldn't turn around, there was no path.For Love had