he raises his hand

and the knife falls

into the bark of the tree behind her

she is trembling

but there is no fear in her eyes

she is caught in beams of light from the rising sun

she is radiant

justice with her twin scales

and he is her subject

he has spent the night killing and cleansing his soul

but in the new light the blood seems garish

cheap redemption won by a hidden deck

her hands close around the handle

smooth polished wood leather grip

and she pulls it from the tree

she starts walking

and he follows her

into the sunrise

untill they have reached the granite slopes at the edge of the forest

her back to the steep drop

her hair is in her eyes

tumbling waves

breaking on rock

like winter wind

she takes two steps forward

and her words break the world