The moon was full when she decided to part.
The Stag sang towards her his pain and the Fox walked away.
She turned her back and looked ahead, she looked inside her and parted from him.
Nights devoured by loneliness and days filled with doubts are all she can see..
She chose to walk that dark path alone and only alone she will be able to find a way out.
"I don't want to drag you down with me, my wilderness and my unpredictability is what is killing you and is what is keeping me alive"
She stepped ahead without turning and painted her pink into black.
"We both need to mourn" the Stag had said .
From a full moon to another they will mourn and she will keep on screaming at her, asking her why things need to end this way, why hasn't she reached the end of the dark patch yet, she fell again in it, unexpectedly or it was just another oasis, another emotional illusion or a real thing. Was it something she wasn't ready for? Or something she was too afraid of? The long Stag?s antlers were like the branches of a strong and ancient tree, so tall and resistant; she turned around and looked for him and all she could see was the forest, many antlers or many trees.
She screamed again and walked, away from him.
Another step, another tear, another full moon.