The Torchbearers

And then somewhere, As days passed to years, It was lost. We had become the elder guard, The keepers of tales old And wisdom new. No longer the hunters of Snipe, Our youth, long since left behind In those grassy fields and enchanted woods. The future's endless possibilities Have turned to numbered days, Where victories are marked in sunrises, And losses in lonely sunsets. Slowly, we fade Into the dimming light of tomorrow, Remembered only by those Who choose to bear the torch.