Lost,
Wandering the barren forest alone,
Hopelessly stumbling over the burnt out husks of a once great beauty,
He came to a lake,
A vast, serene lake,
A gentle violence hidden below the mirrored turquoise surface,
A red little row boat floated offshore,
A silent accessory,
One dark, fluttering shadow hovered between the brittle trees behind him,
Watching,
Urging,
And he knew his only way was into that red row boat,
His only way was forward.