Soft shadows whisper
Silent figures slither
Warm hands against her head
Should they be worried if she were dead?
Strong bony arms relieve her pain
Pick her off the ground again
Her eyes snap open
She's no longer afraid
For the man that holds her is not in the shade
His brooding features crack into a smile
And she knows she shouldn't stay a while
So she returns to her home, up in the tower
Hoping for something less than power.
Something less than that but somehow bigger
…something like that lanky figure…
she wishes they could be together
But it would never come true, never. Never!
Then her mind wanders back to that stick thin figure
Soft shadows whispering and heart all a dither
And she knows in her heart, heart that weighs a ton,
He loves her back… Jack Skellington…