Blue Fairytales

Hero

There was once a girl who was sick to the bones.
She was treated by herbs, potion and stones.

But no single cure healed this poor girl.
Day by day, she lay in bed, weak and ill.

Her father was not one to despair.
To journey to the ends of the earth, he woud dare,

just to save his little angel,
he will strive without fail.

He heard about a magical plant rumored to heal
every illness, every weariness one may feel.

But it was guarded by a bloodthirsty ogre,
this poor man fought along with his saber.

But sometimes courage is not enough to win.
The ogre killed him in anger and spleen.

This sad news reached the poor girl's ears.
And all she could do was drown in tears.

Without the cure, this girl died.
And the crickets sang their grief in the dead of the night.

She then met her father in heaven.
He seemed down, somewhat saddened.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you my child.
I did my all, I've tried.

But I couldn't be the hero you imagined me to be.
I'm weak, from your illness I failed to set you free."

She smiled, "Father, you are never weak.
You are the best father, a daughter may seek.

No, father. You did not fail,
because you are my hero still."