The first time we met,
I cursed god for letting me see you.
I cursed god for letting me see you.
That moment your sword dropped,
power calmed,
and head bowed.
power calmed,
and head bowed.
That moment you made me question,
and then I watched you get hurt.
and then I watched you get hurt.
Dark coal black eyes,
black hair,
strong build,
and a deep black armor.
black hair,
strong build,
and a deep black armor.
Everything you were,
everything I was not,
it all screamed at me.
everything I was not,
it all screamed at me.
It screamed at me wrong!
But……
That’s the kicker……
He made me feel loved.
Just those eyes,
that voice,
and that simple jester……
He made me feel wanted.
My father took me in,
even after all I had done.
even after all I had done.
He pulled me into his strong arms,
placed a kiss upon my head…….
placed a kiss upon my head…….
And said simply,
“Welcome home.”
Musings of Clarei on her father
(The father the writer never had)
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