I am still there for you...

Since AFM's classes are over, thought I would write a poem for those wonderful classes. Thank you sir!

We struggle below in the nether,

The lance in my hand, raised,

Demons, powerful, untethered,

I shall fight them, make no haste.

Caste, creed, race, gender,

Kindred waiting to slay you.

I will be there for you, brother,

I will be there for you.

When the laughter, tis wiped away,

The bassinet grows small, fast,

When family, love hold no sway,

Ghouls, we fight, of times gone past.

When dreams, respite, they bring over,

The world, incapable, it calls you,

I want to be there for you, brother,

I want to be there for you.

Our head stands alone, weakened,

The arms now, we have repulsed.

The coiffure casts off nails blackened

Hurt, unknowing, when avulsed.

Meads waiting for us, aflower,

souls, yearning for freedom true.

I am still there for you brother,

I am still there for you.