"The Saviour writes"

I have to go dear,

The borders alarmed,

Take your arms,

Cuddle our children,

Tell them dad has gone a voyage,

A voyage as a "Saviour".

Remember you are strong,

You shall beacon my children,

Don't you ever make them,

Miss their "Pappa",

My children have their bodies,

Scythed with the blood of the "Saviour".

While the lights have gone,

Embrace them, with a lie of my presence,

While they come back home,

Spun their hearts with a poem,

As so a poem, As Father is the "Saviour".

You shall teach them pain and vain,

the sweetness of the sweat of the pangs and toils,

Tell them to quench for pride,

Awake them to the calls of the archangels,

Inject in my children,the blood of the "Saviour".

You are the mother of my children,

Tell them the essence of love,

Entwine their minds with its aroma.

The armour of my battle is them,

Though Instill in them the goodness of death as that of the "Saviours".

I may one day return,

With an oeuvre of love letters ,

Or might return in a grandeur with a cold coffin,

But I will always come in pride as always does the "Saviour".

~With Love.