stones to ruin

But as for we...
We are not being killed
 instead
the hills are rolling away
into darkness.
The girl stood in the ruins
In that little black dress of hers. 
I was on the outskirts of town.
Was somewhere else. 
The girls who knew me 
Were never fond. 
But she
Stood for myth and for 
Treasures yet unfounded. 
For confidence in the depths.