No, I’m not bombarding you with poetry. Just posting the sequel to the previous one.

His cries broke through the night,
He was here, she had accepted it
He maybe was his flesh and heir,
but she claimed him as hers too…

The silence of the night was disturbed,
A light coming from afar was seen.
Dawn was breezing in, so was him.
Was it a symbol of hope?

She saw his face, ever peaceful,
What would happen, she thought.
Her last, until she awoke again.
A smile appeared, he was hers.

Good or evil, all creatures were waiting,
His arrival was such a painful linger,
Alas he came, what would he bring?
No clearer picture could be seen.

Even she could not foretell,
she who had seen her misfortune.
An unpredictable event it was,
Dark or not, would he be?

Such a beautiful creature he was,
Never did they imagine.
A white wing, a black one;
The great power of the yin and yang?

He sure did inherit from him;
his eyes were just like his.
Haunting her every now and then,
they were now her everything.

What he was, nobody knew.
He looked like one, but was no angel.
He was no evil, no saint either.
Just a creature of the unknown…

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