The soft wind was singing a hollow tune,
As a lone figure stood under the moon.
The leaves were brushing the dirt path's hair,
As a desperate, lonely feeling filled the air.
The narrow path ahead of the girl,
Reminded her of her loneliness in the world.
A lost love left never to return,
But still her fiery soul is a burn.
One lone tear trailed down her cheek,
As the winters night was continually bleak.
She glided down along the road,
Her burden on shoulders was a heavy load.
Then on the bench the girl did sit,
Her tired heart pleading to quit.
And then right there among the shadows,
Arose a man from a horse with saddles.
Though she had heard, did not look up,
For fear her heart would break like a cup.
Warm arms wrapped round her tiny figure,
"Alas," said the man, "My beautiful sister."
The girl cried out and returned the embrace,
Her young heart beating like a horse's race.
"Oh dear brother, how long has it been?"
"Since the last time my cold heart hath sinned."
"But I will not leave again, my dear friend,
For if I do may my soul be condemned."
"O brother, let us leave this place,
And returneth back to our human race."
So off they went down the path on his steed,
The howling wind before them taking the lead.
The atmosphere changed to a strong bond and love,
That would be never ending and would always rise above.