A simple shack in the woods.
Army of trees at its back.
Mossy green carpets the front.
Its shingles creak in the wind.
A loose shutter swings back and forth.
A dying fire smokes inside.
Embers fall on the still bodies.
Red trails surround them.
The fire flickers one last time.
Dark descends upon the shack.
A simple shack it’s no more.
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