Weathered Note

The writer refuses to let any more of their blood be taken.

He and Cetina fled into the forest and shelter in an abandoned shack,

where they risked a small fire to dry off and cook; she sleeps now,

her tired face lit by the flames, still as beautiful as the day they met.

He believes he hears hounds in the distance and accepts they will be found sooner or later,

vowing no further drop of his beloved's blood will be drained,

and ends by begging God for forgiveness.