Me and Diego at the Summit

We labored up the mountain in the dawn of a new millennium.
They had been on our trail for months - maybe we had lost them in the cedar forest?
From on high we could see the old towns smoldering in the foot hills below. The people had all left for the coastal villages where they would be safe.
When we reached the summit Diego asked my why I done it. I just sat there and stared blankly into the setting sun. Then I looked into my black heart, and I saw that it was good.