Inside this maze, overlooking the world,
I saw her standing there.
This Little One, all quiet and shy,
Veiled by her messy hair.
I knew all of her, though not born of me,
And reached out to draw her near.
But she took off into this labyrinth
Running, as if in fear.
I followed her footsteps, and entered
The void, enveloped in this
She ran fast, and never looked back,
And I lost the sound of her breath.
I drew to a halt, and gave up the chase,
Too far into the abyss. I felt her pain,
I felt her fear, not knowing what she
Or I would become. I long to return,
I long to find, and comfort
that Lost Little One.