In the Forest of the Bear they found
The path to which they three were bound
And along that path 'twas found a key
Which none but the Prisoner could see
This key was carved from wood with knife
And it to it went much sweat and strife
The Prisoner fretted over it for weeks
As tears and sweat fell down his cheeks
For the Captor that was mentor was sick again
This time with an illness from deep within
Oft he spoke of a child that he'd met
A ghost of the past he could not forget
With key in hand, the Prisoner drew the door
From which came the child from before
The Boy with blond hair and shining eyes
Saved by the Prisoner from a sure demise
With him the Boy brought a book, say true
As a matter of fact, the Boy brought two
A book of riddles and a book of a train
In one world called Charlie but here called Blain
The Boy called this strange new world his home
Because now he no longer felt alone
He now had these three he called his friends
And on their love and care he could always depend