Authors note: I'm back again, and I know I've already published the poem, but it was too good an opportunity to waste, R&R please. and I should get chapter 7 up pretty quick too, hope you enjoy them both.
As Karl left the town, not for the first time, he began to wonder what life would be like for Marishka if she had survived, but her had no idea, he'd only been with her for such a short time, but he felt as if he'd known everything there was to know about her, and he was missing her more and more each day. Later on in the day he came across a strange stone circle. The trees surrounding it were impenetrable, no one could have pulled them through except on the tiny path that ran in and out of it, the stones were old, but on each one some was written, poetry, recent poetry and old poetry. As he read them one stood out more than the others to him. It read:
I'm slipping away into the darkness,
I'm thinking of you as I go into the darkness
I fell from grace
I fell away from you
Now I will always be alone.
What little time we had
I'm glad we had it
Though I wish it cold have been more
Maybe things would have worked out
But now I guess we'll never know
MS
Something about it disturbed him, he felt as if he'd seen someone in exactly the same situation before, "M S," he whispered, "Same initials as you Marishka, but you died, didn't you?" he remembered the note from the camp before the town: "Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and death is too." he repeated under his breath, someone had it in for him, and he had a horrible feeling he knew who, but he could not bring himself to admit it.