The gathering

He stops, sighs and looks back,
To see how far she is along the track,
She limps as fast as her legs an take her,
She reaches out so he may help her.

He holds her hand and wills her on,
He whispers that he won't leave her alone,
What chases them fills them with fear,
And ehat lies ahead is help so dear.

They must get to the brotherhood,
Somewhere ahead, beyond the woods,
They an bring them the relief they need,
But they must move with speed.

She limps as fast as she can behind him,
His hand on her moves her closer to him,
They can now see the clearing,
Soon they will join the gathering.