The day they struck, the sky went wild, A hurt they knew fighting me by striking you. The aircraft falling like a broken star Across a world I thought I knew. I pulled our children from the burning wreck, Their tears like secrets on my skin. Young Aiya fading in my arms, And something in me burned again. The wind kept whispering what I’d lost, But duty called, no matter the cost. Child of the storm, child of the flame, He walks through shadows carrying your name. Through every night, through distant shores, He holds his love beyond the war. Twelve years of marching through a world of steel, A man shaped by fire, darkness and frost. While she was raised in glowing halls, A princess who has never known the cost. They say she moves like morning mist, A grace untouched by blood or loss. And I — a wraith of storms and war Stand silent when she draws near. For I was forged for storms and fire, Not courts of gold or gentle choirs. Daughter of dawn, daughter of grace, He stands in awe to see your face. Your path is bound by royal law, Still he bleeds love beyond the war. Then she appeared — the keeper of My daughter’s years I never knew. Her voice a calm the night obeyed, Her touch a truth that felt like you. She saw the cracks beneath my armor, The man still trembling at the core. And in her warmth, I felt the pull Of something worth returning for. Heart of the man, weary and worn, You rise again though you are torn. Let sorrow fade, let hope restore, There’s life to claim beyond the war. I watch my daughter take her crown, A world of gold that isn’t mine. She bows as if I’m carved from stone, Not knowing how I speak her name in time. But somewhere in the turning wind, A softer future starts to form. For even warriors, scarred and lost, Can find a heart beyond the storm.
