Lost by Amazoness Duo amazonessduo@hotmail.com The light, it cannot reach me here. It's rays don't go this far. Even they turn back before the darkness devours them. Yet I find myself lost here, on these cold and desolate plains. I don't know where I am nor where I'm going. Darkness stretches outwards, an infinite expanse of loneliness, blessed only with the solace of teardrops. I am alone here, Lost where you can never find me. I cannot find my way, begging each shadow for help. But my pleas fall on deaf ears and I must continue forward. Alone. This well traveled route of agony and despair, it knows me well by now. Always harkening me back to it's haunting paths and dark mazes. I am lost to it, unable to escape it's grasp upon me. I always pass the same sign, always cross the same frozen stream. 'You are nowhere,' the sign states in letters the color of blood. And I shiver at the sight, but continue forwards into the encompassing darkness. "Where am I?" I ask. But there is no answer. "Who am I?" I plead. But silence answers my call. "Please save me..." I whimper. But no one comes for me. So I cry. I finally collapse along the winding path, my tear soaked dress fluttering around me as the wind picks up. I sob bitter tears, cursing my lost and lonely path, praying for the light to illuminate the darkness. But no one heeds my calls. And I am left in the shadows to fend for myself. To find my path when there is none. To save myself from the shadows when I know that I can't. So I cry. Pounding my fists into the wet dirt of my lonely path, I question whether it needs me upon it anymore. Perhaps it is time I surrender, that I give in to the inevitablity that I will forever be lost. That my path will never take me anywhere but through these cold and dark shadows. I laugh into the night sky, the thunder echoing the madness that plays with my hair. If only I give up, I will be free. I will be free... But I cannot give up. Not yet, at any right. I have much left to tend to. I have sights left unseen. Perhaps I will never see them. But I won't know if I don't try. I struggle to my bare feet, stumbling forward into the cold woods once more. I know that I am lost. But I pray that I will be found.