Breathless, I stumble through the briar patch Sharp thorns piercing and tearing at my flesh The blood from my wounds feeding the moist soil Salty stream of tears raining onto the earth below. The call of the wild loon echoes across the placid lake, A cacophony of wings takes flight into the sky. Silence surrounds a cautious heartbeat My reflection in the lake is your image looking back at me. Standing on the banks with my arms outstretched, Nothing comes, not even an airy breeze. The billowy clouds darken overhead Patters of rain cascade down upon my forehead. In the distance, the druids chant of a time long ago Where the beasts were mightier than the sword A time of hope and wonderment, but all that is cast aside Only futility and angst remain.