Happy Tears

Though times were dark, her hope bore on, so far away from home,
The darkness her comfort, within it she’d hide, so cold and all alone.

She’d think of her boys, her children she loved, the princes of her heart
When dreaming she dared, a family complete, no longer were they apart.

That which had stolen, her life and her mind, one who had fallen apart.
The fear that he bred, the loathing and hate, her death he would impart.

She prayed for a sign, a light to shine down, a means to escape this place.
A messenger came, he appeared from her dreams, a being not of her race.

Wide wings of blood red, a collar of white, his fur was soft and smooth.
His voice from within, a whisper it seemed, a warmth to calm and soothe.

For Wendy I come, this place we shall leave, never to see again.
Take my shoulders, clutch tight to my chest, your captor we will feign.

She took in her breath, her tears wet her cheeks, she thought her life was nigh,
A monster as this, no angel is he, his coming must mean she’d die.

Your tears, they will come, but not shed for me, for I am not your salvation.
They’ll come on the morrow, for two men who await, those of your own creation.

Her heart beat too hard, her head it was swimming, her vision fading to black.
She knew it well now, her death was assured, her body with trembles now wracked.

What else could it be, these two men who did wait, to cause her to cry all her tears.
She thought of her family, her love that was lost, the sum of all her fears.

In dreams she now hung, consciousness waning, the fur of the Dragon she felt.
When light met her eyes, she struggled to see, two children there now knelt.

She couldn’t believe, a miracle true, it seemed it had been years.
Her boys in her arms, all she cried now, were streams of happy tears….