of a dad who never was
not as a father but
had performed let me say and rightly so
as a sadistic pretender to that title
danced the child all the ways through false promises
to where the evil side of his nature
would be waiting for her to grow and assume her prisoner status
how she would learn to dread his waking,
his rising like an avenging fallen angel
angry to be sober
while relishing the enjoyment of loves dismissal
looking for any empty excuse
to bring her little world crashing down.
Had carved her childhood out in his minds dark image
Now though year's long
decayed in eternal absence
yet his demanding echoes persist
clear as spring water pools
she that continues to feel she is obliged to drink from
her ingrained obeyance to dance
with his sin blackened spirit goes on.
How much I fear that she will usurp his ghosts throne.