As the wind blows gently,
she will walk alone.
The rain falling all around.
Her feet never touching ground.
The memories of times of beauty and rarity,
flying on the sweetest of wings.
Her hands are empty, yet full.
Her beauty is unparalleled by any other.
Her powers entrancing.
She walks alone to all who see with a skeptical eye.
The path she wanders is the same as those of days before.
When she gets home,
she'll open a door.
A fire buringing to bring in the warmth.
The shadows are fading.
Hes there with her.
Yet, no one can see him.
He holds her hand and keeps her warm.
He embraces her gently and makes her feel special.
He listens when she talks.
He encourages, supports and helps her with all he can.
He would fight any dragon or demon that dare hurt her.
No ones can see him by her side in the rain.
He is the phantom of her love.
He was not whom everyone thought right for her.
He was a sullen stranger with a heart of purity only she could see.
Life withdrew from his body soon after thier happiest day.
She was left alone.
But was never truely alone, for he was there.
He could not leave the one he loved.
His heart would not allow it.
So, even now as her gown is blowen around,
she is warm and safe.
For, he is beside her.
She is his treasure, love and companion.
Even after death, they are never apart.
He is part of her heart.