Would that there was a father
So favoured by God that
Demons flee from him, spectres hide from his gaze
This is the father who would check the closet or
under the bed and you’d know
know with every fiber of the certainty of your being that
it was free of monsters
Lover of poverty
Who places love before all things
Who placed Love before all things
For demons lurk in possessions
and obsessions but
There is no evil in love
Princess of Swords 