For Sophia

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight,

Hope blotched out by ominous storms, snakes, vultures and ravens,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

What have men become? Too lazy to provide, too fearful to fight,

Emasculated from a young age, these boys formed into cravens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Machiavelli, ambitions made me a rider, riding deep into the night,

Papa’s a travelling man, many places been, seen, all your havens,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

Beware of false intentions, puffed up chests, hired height,

Brothers focused on fronting instead of building, made up mavens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Disciplined, intellectual, beauty you have become, if sight serves right,

Your Mother’s power coursing through your actions, my heart – graven,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

A Father’s love for you soars over the clouds, in constant flight,

Sweet Sophia, supported until the end of time, earth meets the heavens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.