In the realm where moonbeams dance with stars,
A father and his daughter, bound by ancient scars.
Their bond is a spell, enchanted and divine,
In a world where magic and wonder intertwine.
Under the whispering trees, they roam,
Through enchanted forests, they call home.
His cloak, a mantle of shimmering night,
Her laughter, a melody was, pure and bright.
In the glow of faerie light, they share,
Secrets of realms beyond compare.
With each step taken, a new tale unfolds,
Dragons soared and enchanted pearls.
He is her shield, against the dark unknown,
Guiding her through shadows, not alone.
In his eyes, she sees galaxies untold,
A universe of love, forever bold.
Through elven realms and mountains tall,
They heed the ancient siren's call.
Their bond, a magic woven deep,
In the fabric of dreams, they gently keep.
Comments (2)
Normally it says, fathers love daughters and mothers love sons. Anyway a great poem!
That bond is strong and expertly woven for the reader in your poem.