The Child

"Come". The voice beckoned. "Come and find me"

"W-Where are you?" the boy asked, teeth chattering as the wind howled around him.

"If you come, you will find me..."

In the darkness, a child shivered.
One with shadow, one with rain,
Eyes untrained to blinding fog.


"I'm coming to you, but I cannot find you."

"Just a little longer, just a little longer."

"A-Alright, wait for me. I don't want to be alone."

Relentless, unending, pure.
In wind was chaos, calling,
The child hesitated not.


"H-Help me. I can't go any further."

The cacophony of the wind was his sole companion.

"Why didn't you come? I tried to find you..."

Lost, desolate, forgotten.
Mocking, derisive, laughing.
The child moved never again.