Ode to the little one,
One too long gone
But never come to pass
And never named.
On that binding day.
A sky as awe inspiring, and glorious.
Golden rays, framed by clouds onerous.
I\'m in despair tinted by a feeling oddly gay
Footfall as lead,
By these circumstance I am led,
Past the tolling bell,
Into this waking hell.
The tools of fate in hand,
I wonder of the terrors in this wakeful land,
And hope to any god above,
That there is respite.
A way out, like that golden light,
Surrounded by tempests clouds grey.
I wish to fly like a dove unbound,
But i must stay.
The judgement passed.
The tears are shed.
And a bond formed .
I never met you but i must say
I love you more than the life
You never saw.