Gentle Is My Saving Grace

In the shade of a willow tree
A girl is sleeping, as careless as can be 
Dreaming seems to be peaceful 
But unfortunately they are nothing but pure evil 

Dark shadows whisper all around  
Tossing to and fro, relief never found   
Undefined creatures  
With indistinguishable features

Cackling in evil and glee 
They just won't let her be 
Chanting over and over "Come to me"
She may never be free                

Strolling gleefully through the fields  
Upon seeing her he yields
Getting a closer look
He sees what's described in books

As pure unattainable beauty
For which someone such as he has no immunity  
Her graceful flowing hair 
Skin as well quite fair

Her whimper escaped her throat
Maybe he'll give her his coat
Wait, maybe that's wrong
Perhaps a gentle song

The song flutters from his lips
At once something rips   

Inside the creatures recede
With nothing left to feed
The darkness turns to light
She no longer has to fight
She knows she'll be alright                   

Climbing to the surface of awakening 
Her eyes flutter open 
She sees a curious boy
Hoping it's not a monster's ploy

He proves gentle with a smile
He sits and they talk for a while
She stops and thinks "Where did he come from?"
But it doesn't matter, her savior has come