Unperfected poem

In a dream i once had

I saw a child hugging his dad

But when night came

a person in the shadows lurked.

In the creatures mind whispers the fathers name

And it walked as closer it could get.

The father kissed his son goodnight

And the creature was invisible too the moonlight

And yet it didn’t make a single noise

The father walked in the hallway

And the creature appeared in the way.

Dashing his sword to kill the creature tried

The father blocked it yet he tripped

The creature in midsection puts the sword high

And the father grabbed the candle light

And burned its robe.

As the creature took it off, the man saw death

But he stood up and fought with hope

But death had taken his last breaths.

When everything seemed over for death, it spoke

You, the man, the unperfected image, you dope

There’s something I must tell you before

You strike me with your sword.

The father watched

You are an excuse, you make me sad

No matter if you can’t get this in your head

You’ll still wind up dead

The father saw and killed

As death vanished

The man cried, for deaths words were true

And no matter what he do

He can’t cheat death.

The real question is who was the father?

You? me? Or God?

We can’t kill death, only he can... our father...