he stood tall in the doorway between what is and what was
shining through the fog, misty and gray.
his pipe in one hand and shield in the other
I'll protect you from anything
the words float off his lips as smooth as the smoke rolling out of his beautifully soft lips.
the sky sat in his eyes while thunder clouds began to form overhead.
yet as they attacked her
little by little and bit by bit
it wasn't her soul that continues to slip
into the darkness away...