The Candlelight Ballad
On an upright cold stool
In the C of NY
Sat a dizzied young woman
By the muted black sky
She was shockingly blonde
And was pale, almost white
In her red leather jacket
With her two fists clenched tight
One short perfect cupcake
On the counter did sit
With one lonely blue candle
Protruding from it
The mini bonfire
Danced from the candle tip
As the girl intently studied
The wax that did drip
"Happy Birthday Emma"
To herself she said
Then she puffed out the light
The room became dead
All alone in the darkness
Her sigh filled the air
And to the lonely blue candle
Emma gave a sad glare
And just as the rain
In the night came to pour
Emma suddenly heard
A quaint knock on the door
Just one minute after
Her birthday was through
A boy knocked and he waited,
His smile askew
"Are you Emma Swan?"
He said as her head spun
"Yeah, wait, who are you?"
"I think I'm your son."
Many years pass
And by the warm summer sea
Sit Emma and little Henry
Now finally free
Free from the shackles
That kept them alone
And the silence that provoked
Her fear of the un-known
For all his 12 years
Henry had looked for his mom
His long lost connection
To where he came from
Now Emma found her best friend
And her partner in crime
And Henry is loved
Maybe for the first time
So they sit by the water
Henry, counting the fish
"On that birthday" Emma whispered
"Want to know what I wished?"
"Sure" Said Henry
As the yellow sun shown
"That on my 28th birthday,
I wasn't alone"