Wayward Wanderer

Dear Child of mine,

When will you return home?

For the nights are dark,

And the winds howl fearfully.

Let not them screams you hear,

Frighten you too much.

The Gales of the Shadows,

Carry only the Whispers of the Damned.

You who carry a pure heart,

Can only smile to the dark.

Oh, Sweet Wonderer of mine,

Let those legs carry you home.

But beware of the path you trot,

For the Roots of Deception

Can often masquerade

As flowers too beautiful to exist.

So, watch that step of yours,

And feel that heart so strong.

Weary Son of the Sun,

Can you pass through the storm?

But I know you can,

For you tuck your chin,

Lift your arms higher,

And march against the gusts.

The wind nor the rain,

Will never hold you down.

For the Fire of your Soul,

Burns brighter and stronger,

Than I could ever have known.

My Wayward Wanderer,

I know it will take time.

But know that I am waiting,

The hearth is warm,

And the bed is pleasant.

But before you return,

Walk in the darkness,

See through deception,

And pass through the storm.

For it is what you need,

For it is within your Creed.