The Lost Child

"It sweeps like a wave upon the shore, the sands of time seeping slowly into the vast and endless sea. Its movements methodical, it remembers the day. It remembers a time in which it blossomed freely, open to new ideas and emotions. The great beautiful spectrum of color and wisdom that crept into its inner being, but now cant find a way through anymore. It has become lost on the brink of a new dawn that threatens all it has ever known, and will know. It has become Its own greatest fear, Its own darkest, most desperate desire. The inner demons rising from the ashes of the bitter winter into a dark and terrible sunrise, and the swift awakening of spring. Its only hope is that the one will rise again, to overcome and join its bretheren to arms again, to defend its freedom and way of life. But until that day, it remains a slave unto them, itself, the dark churnings of an endless precipice of black. It dreams of the freedom it once had, that it hopes to own once again. Will it ever be at peace again? Will the one awaken in time to save the weary souls of this world...?"