The first poem I ever wrote
Was inspired by my dad
So suave to all the ladies
He never seemed a cad

Giving flowers to lovely women
Was his favourite hobby
Well, that and killing leeches
But that gets kinda sloppy

A talented bard in his own right
He sang many a fine tune
And trained himself in his skills
To bring our enemies doom

He spoiled me like a princess
And said I was his joy
He gave me more than I could want
Gifted me with every toy

But all I ever wanted
Was what he always gave
Unconditional and perfect love
For that I'd never crave

I miss that man so very much
It's hard to not feel bad
And so the 2nd poem I wrote
Is because I feel so sad

(I love you, Daddy. Come back!)

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 558 AF.