Others

Cobalt

For the first time in years

I dream of my father

He is smiling

But I can't quite see his face

Just a shock

Of dark blue hair

And an even darker blue beard

Cobalt

He says

Come home

How?

I cry

My mother and brother were dead

He was long gone

I no longer had a home

And then I dreamed

About an Other

With eyes like the sun

And a smile like the moon

With ink fire burning in his arms

And another kind of fire burning in his

Soul

Suddenly

I feel a chill creep up my spine

His face is distorted

And forms into another

One 

sharp

And evil

With eyes like knives

I remember

All that had happened

And I grow numb