In dream places where the shadows don’t go she sits waiting for me.
Her long blonde hair on the wind dancing around her upturned face.
Here the demons claws cant reach skin or tear at your face.
Here, she waits for me.
In the battle I fight I wear armour guilded with symbols of hope and a sword sharpened with dreams.
They know my name in the shadows and they whisper of me with their fork tongues.
No demons have touched her she bathes in only light, here.
They will come for her and I will wait for them.
I know them well, they wait till the shadow falls on her.