I’ve haunted this temple since the day you were born, the day I died bringing you here. I’ve hid behind alters and candle flames, above rafters, under pews, to watch you grow into a man. I’ve tried to not interfere, let you bloom like wild sage, but sometimes I have failed. I’ve never felt a pain— while living, at least— comparable to seeing you hurt.
This poem is part of a collection called Shards of Kardpaz, which are texts I’ve written for the world of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns I run with students at my school.