She found me, lost and afraid in the world beneath the clouds.

Freed me from my bonds and lifted me to my feet.

Skin as dark as soil and eyes of piercing crimson.

Onwards we press, with only her as my guiding light.

She urges me forward when the shadows block my path.

To stand when my strength falters.

To breath when the walls close in.

To spread my wings and fly when the winds fail me.

I am enraptured by her.

Her confidence.

Her strength.

The subtle curl of her lips.

She is my caretaker.

My guardian.

My heart.