Escape from the shadows

Writhing, bleeding, breathing

within this shadow land of pain

listening to the whispers

in a voice that's so familiar

why is it that she knows that sound

what is this feeling it stirs inside.

A silent figure cloaked in shadow

standing by her side

she know not who it is

but they console her

covering up the painful whisper

and pull back their hood

revealing a face, kind and gentle.

He smiles at her

and she can't help but wonder why.

Why he's standing at her side

and being so kind.

She wonders when her hand found his

and became wrapped so securely.

She wonders when she stood up

leaning against his chest

as he pulls her into the light

showing her, slowly, what she needs

telling her things no one has before.

She wonders when she began to rely on him

and when she began to miss him when he's gone.

She wonders how he got past her defenses

when she had made them so strong

and she wonders why she doesn't mind.

Yet there she stands

smiling at the sun

something she's missed so much

and her hands in his

as he stands at her side,

promising her happiness.