She didn’t look at me with her usual sweet smile,
But with a lost, bewildered look,
Her face was no longer pink, but now sickly pale,
Her energy was no longer positive, but now crushed and hopeless,
Has she been waiting for that long?
But I didn’t care,
She was still my sister,
And we were going home,
“I’m taking you back”, I said to her.
She looked up at me with surprise,
And she opened her mouth to speak,
But she was interrupted,
The door clicked.
Then he walked in,
He was taller than anyone I’ve ever seen,
But his face was plain and deceiving,
And his eyes were like fire,
There he was,
The man who took my sister.