A boy who’s father was murdered after he was married.
The violence around me
Drives me crazy,
It reminds me of the sight
That chilled my spine with fright.
But then you came to comfort me.
And I know I could see
The love in you and me,
That let us be free.
Twenty years have passed now
Since my father’s death.
And I haven’t forgotten
The little Wraith.
Who killed my father?
And I know his name, soul mate.
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