for Dad
As the sky seemed not to be able to contain or settle on one decision,
Rainbow, full or colors, display skies clashing thoughts,
We accept both, sun and rain alike, our spirit and excitement we’re unable to contain,
The game must go on…
The faithful have turned out, once again, to witness the story untold,
The story unfold,
Umbrellas and sunglasses, and an enthusiasm that likens ours,
We take our positions, willing participants of this clash,
Our black armor shimmers with night and skies offerings,
Our general, kept at bay, yet the mighty spirit moved forth without,
And we clashed…
White Steele and leather come together as one
They come alive in the Raven as nights cold penetrates with pain,
Attempts to cease foiled as he, the Raven, battled within, and without
As if to mock the spirits of game and earth,
The battles raged on, as we witness the rising of the Raven,
We follow as one, solitaire, as a Mighty Diamond, towards victory…
The Raven smiles when receiving the token of his heroics,
And we smile, well into the dark of night.
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