By: Wendy Shywalker

You are no less my father.
It is painful to say goodbye to to my Dragon Slayer.
Would it be that you could slay your own demons,
as you did mine so long ago.
As your footsteps come close,
so does the moment I say goodbye.
My heartbeat stops, as I know I cannot change what is about to happen.
You are leaving me.
I know this is not about me, but it doesn't stop it hurting like it is.
Everyone leaves me.
You know I am not alone, you leave me knowing my father is here
to pick up the pieces, but for how long.
How long before he leaves once more,
how long before I again have no father.
Me again! Selfish, I know.
I don't care how selfish I am.
I can stand beside you, to fight with you, together we can defeat the demons.
And then you could stay.
But when I turn and look into your eyes, there is no choice,
you are leaving me.
I can see it there, a despair, an emptiness.
The demon stands behind you, laughing as you hold me for the last time.
Fight him Dad, he can't win, Please, save me. Save yourself.
If I had known I would never hold you again,
I would never have let go.
If I had known I would never see you again,
I would have immortalised that moment forever to my mind.
If I had known I would never talk to you again,
I would have talked till my voice went silent.
But if I known that your heart would stop beating, I would have screamed
to the heavens until time itself reversed.
And we would be standing here together,
My Dragon Slayer... and his son.