Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.
A father’s love I’ve never felt, only endless spite
Never finding solace, forevermore we’ll fight
A son was never wanted, just a baby shell
A place to grow and live, a place for a monster of Hell
But when my hunger rises, one thing’s all I fear
That I am not all alone, and those I love are near