That night she would not Come back to the house - so we Stayed with her there at The sea's edge - waiting And waiting - while the wind Bent and cracked trees and Huge unstoppable Waves crashed down onto the dark Rocks of Asgardstrand.
Here in the forest Are the two lovers: the man With his head in his Hands and the woman With her arms raised up, clutching Her river of hair - Caught in this moment's Desperate despair; and set Behind them the woods' Darkening presence Encroaching and circling and Closing about them.
Am I out of my Mind? I don't know. I cover My ears with my hands But I cannot block Out the sound of the sea's voice Raging and roaring: A sound which deadens And deafens me - a sound that Nobody else hears.
Inside the window Your face burns bright red - driving Back the cold light from
The snow covered trees And the chill from the iced-up Radiator; staring
At us glumly and Defiantly - but for how Much longer old man?
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