Cold.
Dark.
Empty...
For a moment...no..It is not to be. Never to be. But...
Almost.
Almost did I feel the call, so long has it left me, alone. Without purpose. But I think...
Maybe...maybe something? Just there, tantalizingly close I can feel it.
Almost can I hear it...But doubt is filling me now, a cold knot of
despair deep within, coiling tighter and tighter... I cannot BREATHE!
THERE! I hear it! So close!
That melody, so precious, so dear. Calling me....calling...
Oh I want to come back. I want to feel the cool wind through my fur,
the crisp crunch of leaves beneath my hooves, breathe deep the sweet
air. Air laden with the scents of friend and foe alike. I would
treasure them all just to return. Even for a moment.
Just a moment. Won't you allow me a single moment of reprieve? A single
step upon emerald grass? To see the jewel of my dreams in her most
pristine brilliance of color? Just once?
Just once...
I want to see. I want to know what beauties I have missed walking in
this land of bitter grey. I won't stay long. I can't. They won't have
me. But just this once, please, just let me have one precious moment.
One small gift.
Allow me one single wish before you take it all away. I don't want to
lose it...them. If they all must go, please, just one small memory to
hold close, to guard and cherish. This is all I ask. Just one?
Please?
Just one...?
