Daughter
After fear of death leaves me, Followed by the loss of distration, You came into my life a bubble, Keeping my senses all a twitter. Only the lass as comforting as you, Could ever be the one to, Chase away my Demons. Leaving nought, But a soldier with his dagger and sheath. In a place where wrong or right are senseless, You reside to maintain the balance, giving me a, Hope to end the fight, and shoulder no more burden, You bring to me a purpose, more daunting than battle. Fear grips me no longer. For I fight with an angel to guide me, Your grace gives me wings to fly above it all, Truly you give me the eyes to see that which is to be, Happy for in a painting of darkness and struggle. Ere-after you shall be the painter that depicts, The joy that I have in my life. The ease at the end of my day, In your eyes I shall see the days that come for you and me, My princess your name is written over my heart.