My Daughter Reborn
I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn
Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest
She spoke so young and observed all around her
She would talk to herself in private confer
Then along came school with it's different surrounds
She became more outgoing as if on common grounds
Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us
She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss
Feelings I felt having never known her at all
But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls
I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses
As she turns to me with Latin curses
She looks at me her eyes black that were green
Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen
My daughter my princess she falls to her knees
Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased
A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass
Dark wings unfold as I stare in agasp
She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes
Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries
Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls
Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll
Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing
The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing
I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around
As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground
She was never his daughter although she had been here before
For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more
We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor
What happens when were gone, we have gone before
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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