Trust Can Be A Hard Lesson; Hope

After A While, Footsteps Sounded On The Flagstones Outside And There Was A Gentle Tap At The Door. Of Course, One Of Them Would Come. So Close Were We, The Seven Of Us, That No Childhood Injury Went Unnoticed, No Slight, Real Or Imagined, Went Unaddressed, No Hurt Was Endured Without Comfort.

She Had Sacrificed Her Childhood To Save Her Brothers; She Loved Her Family Above All Else, And Her Spirits Yearned To Return Home Once More, To The Wild Forest And The Land Of Mystic Tales And Ancient Spirits Whence He Had Taken Her. That Was The Place Of Her Heart, And If He Loved Her, He Must Let Her Go.

You Cannot Poison What Is Between Us With Your Foul Words. She Is My Light In The Darkness And Johnny Is My Pathway Ahead.

More Like Some Small, Fierce Bird Of Prey, Something With A Sharp Bite. An Owl Perhaps, That Speaks Only When The Rest Of The World Sleeps. Jenny Will Do Well Enough.

And As I Watched Him, I Knew That In Every Dark Night There Was, Somewhere, A Small Light Burning That Could Never Be Quenched.