Being a young cub,
I remember those days,
Teaching me lifes lessons,
And its confusing ways,

Stronger than a God,
You stood in my eye,
Never showing fear,
And never breaking stride,

Solid and stern,
You helped me to grow,
To a confident youth,
So eager to show,

And then it fell,
Like rain on a clear day,
Or a bursting volcano,
Of pain and dismay,

You left me there,
When I needed you most,
You faded away,
To nothing more than a ghost,

A wandering soul,
His world no more,
With a hero now fallen,
And cut to the core,

I needed your guidance,
How will I know?
How can I do this?
Why did you go?

Why did you leave me?
Your eldest son,
Why didn't you choose me,
Over pleasure and fun...

This pain now buried,
Deep in the soul,
Covered with patches,
Over a fatherless hole,

I have grown now,
Without your help in my hand,
Taken on my own family,
Have become my own man,

I depart you with this,
A small wisdom to see,
Taught me a last lesson,
Of what not to be.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 602 AF.