He was ripping up dinner, leaving a breadcrumb path.
She looked at this blankly, completely aghast.
“What will we eat when it gets cold tonight?”
She glanced all around, “We are losing our light.”
He paused for a moment and gulped a bit sadly,
“We’ve come too far, eaten too madly.
“We’ll never make it back from here,
“The wind so cold, the wolf’s howl so clear.
“This path that I’ve left is for others to find,
“Our story they’ll see that we’ve left behind.
“Now let us enjoy our night together,
“Tomorrow they’ll shout and always remember.”
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