The Whispering Lady

When I was a child of only 7
The whispering lady came from heaven
late one night from my open door
She slowly crept across the floor
She took me by the hand and said
I’ll save you from this life of dread
we left the house in the early morn
and took her carriage of darkened horn
we rode for hours
through thick dense fog
to a shadowed unlit marsh filled with bog
where top-less trees
with hanging moss
were shields from the unseen winter frost
the thick wet heat from the dense cool air
crept up your back
and through your hair
she took me to her house of spirit
on a path laid with agate
upon her door hung casket
of the deepest black
her hall was bathed in deep red tiles
the walls were pale and bare
She told me of her protective view
and begged that I should join her too
She smiled and through her skeletal lips
I saw a thousand dagger tips
She promised me the world would pay
and told me that I could stay
Then we entered a smaller room
and the whispering lady gave me a small stuffed bear
Then I saw my mom through tinted glass
The man with her was talking fast
The tears were pouring from her eyes
The man then held her while she cried
Then the whispering lady did the strangest thing,
She sat down with me and began to sing.
A soft nice tune that filled my head
With puppy dogs and freshly baked bread
It was then I notice that the Whispering Lady
Was simply pale and was underweight,
And then my mom burst into the room
The feel of warmth, her sweet perfume
She hugged me tight and swore to me
From here on out,
Jasper would let me be.
No more bruises no more fights,
No more lashes through the night,
The whispering lady had saved our lives,
By taking those who beat their sisters,
And children that cry when they’re dropped,
And are beaten senseless until they stop,
I thanked the whispering lady a lot,
And never have I forgot,
That the thing I feared,
saved my life,
They had found my brother with a knife,
There are real horrors on this earth,
Some are subjected to them at birth,
We were saved by a woman,
skeletal and taught,
I was fortunate,
but many are not.