The Epicness of Corra

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I am the angel of death…
I am the taker of breath…
I am the shadow that lurks your heart…
I am the whisper that tears your hopes apart…
I am the crawling and the creeping…
I am the shivering and the weeping …
I am the fear that chills your spine…
I am the worry that says “Not all is fine…”
I am the snuffer of light…
I am the Bump in the night.

He is the one who gently sweeps you off your feet in the calm of the night.
He is the only one who can sooth the screams and let you bathe in light.
His purpose is feared.
His name is revered.
He is the one whose secret is found by all, and shared by none.
He is the one who brings peace to those who must run.
He brings hope in his presence ,
He takes all life’s resonance
He longs for your last breathe
Who is he but Death?

Soothed as the raging sea
She does not deviate
Blazing sword through agony
Bringing eternal sleep to alleviate.
Hope does not waver
Her heart will always savor
The double-edged blade of the warrior.

I thought I saw a ninja once
While walking on the street of Stuntz
He was just a flash of black then
But I’m a nine on the scale of ten
That he was there watching me
Hoping I didn’t see

Guess what Daddy?
I turned five today!
You weren’t there but it’s OK!
I understand; you’re a busy man!
Mommy says you’ll be back soon
She says you’ll even bring me a happy birthday balloon!!

Daddy,
I’m ten now.
I miss you.
Mommy does too…
She said you would be there but you never came through…
I was counting on you,
But you let me down
What should I do Daddy, I’m so unsound!

Dad,
I’m fifteen now
But I guess you don’t care
It’s not like you were ever there.
But you should know how much I cried
When another birthday came and you weren’t by my side.

Dad,
Twenty years of neglect
Twenty years of regret
I don’t care where you are
Even if you’re a super star!
You can stay out of my life
‘Cause once again, all you’ve given me this year is more strife!

John,
You don’t need to know how old I am
I’m just writing to say
I decided something today.
I’m done with you
I’m going to start brand new!
I’ll marry the man who will be a good father
The one who will always be with his daughter.

A man whose heart needed mending,
Cried out for her poems in pending.
What would she write in that gentle cadence?
How would her rhythmic syllables show their radiance?
Would they state his heroism in lavishing gasconade?
Or perhaps a message of great deeds would be relayed?
When he received her short ream
He was delighted it seemed
For what she wrote was this:
[i]Dear Sir,
I hope you approve as I have written a list,
Of all the fine things with which I pray you concur.
First I must say,
How fine you look today!
Your hair has a shine
And your smile says, “I am fine!”
But you are not fine are you sir?
Your heart is broken this I can assure.
For your hair may glisten
And your smile may be crystalline
But your eyes tell me you long for these words.
So here it is dear friend, please do not find these simple truths absurd.
You are a light for all to see
For your confidence does not break so easily.
You also have a way to bring out grins,
And make people forget all about their sins.
If nothing more,
Know that you make me soar
When I see your true smile
I want to stay a while
And awe in the light that is you, Sir.