Hero

Alone.

Broken heart.

Bleeding soul.

Night falls,

And the shadows over take me.

Tears flow,

And I have no clue as of where to go.

My hopes dampen,

My spirits sink.

How silly I was!

How silly I was to imagine such fantasies,

And to dream such crazy dreams.

I look around.

I could have sworn I was alone,

But something in the shadows moves.

Fear sweeps over my heart.

Haven’t I suffered enough?

Why must something more come to haunt me?

But a figure, cloaked in light steps out.

They walk towards me,

Holding a key.

It is placed in my hand,

And a tingling sensation fills me.

I turn around, and I see a door.

It glows, but my hero still shines brighter.

I slip the key in the lock,

And it fits perfectly.

The silent hero takes my hand,

And together we walk through.

The other side is peaceful and warm.

A flood of relief washes over me. 

I turn to see who saved me.

Perhaps a knight,

Or maybe an angel.

But when they remove their hood,

I see a face that I know so well.

It is a face with more nobility than a knight,

And a face more beautiful than an angel.

It is the face of my mother.