A flaming arrow struck my father’s tomb.
His pulse echoed one final time.
The Earth split open, I could smell his bones.
His laughter was eaten by the worms—
his heartache too.
His wild imagination escapes in my mind,
Unleashing like an oil spill.
In my heart, his voice sings his favorite song.
A timeless loop embedded in my blood.
The sky was clear, but thunder roared like cannon fire.
I saw my reflection on the window.
An old man gazed back at me,
handing me his legacy of tumultuous spirits—
dancing demons, and radiant angels too.