her voice

That day in the midst of a grey storm the hill beneath me stood in shock.  It told me all was done.  So many years visions that could never break free.  But I could see the future.  It was much darker and colder without us.  But exactly what the black hills wanted.  Not a soul, not a free will pulling the tension astray.  Just an occasional bird sweeping by, who held a remembrance of us walking by before.  This land will be freed.