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Thorn Forest, Part 2

When the road had driven her
To the edge of sleep
Or madness,
When white lines defined
Her horizon
And fingers of trees
Leapt into her path,

She found me on this dark
And loneliest of nights,

Walking the forest edge,
Where day breaks, then dies
An untimely shadow death.
I was Christ-like…
(It’s easy to be Christ-like alone;
It’s only in the company of others
That one can fall from grace)
But when I saw her face,
Christ left me immediately,
I was animal again.