Thorn In Your Eyes

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˚•˚•˚Dailyn, sweet child, tender at nine,
Once filled her book with musings benign.
No grand purpose, no greater aim,
Just little thoughts without a name.
Yet one day, her world turned dark red-
A vision bound in thorns, life's light fled.•˚•˚•

•˚•˚•No longer could dear Dailyn write,
Her hands stilled by the dim of night.
But her brother-kind Damian, strong at sixteen,
Bore her burdens, unseen and serene.
He held her close in shadowed hours,
Writing her dreams of lands and towers.˚•˚•˚

˚•˚•˚In the hollow of an ancient tree,
Damian listened, steadfast and free.
Together, they spun their "Dear Tales" anew,
Hoping one day dreams might come true.•˚•˚•

•˚•˚•But oh, how hard for a boy so young,
To raise his sister with a song unsung.
Still, he does-without question or pause,
Guided only by love's quiet cause.˚•˚•˚

˚•˚•˚And in her darkness, Dailyn dreams,
Of places where blindness fades to streams,
Of lands untouched by thorn or sorrow,
Where her brother might smile tomorrow.•˚•˚•

•˚•˚•Alone they live, by whispered lore,
Crafting tales from a forest floor.
Tales of hope, and days unspoken,
Of a life where bonds remain unbroken.˚•˚•˚

˚•˚•˚When will that dawn of light arrive?
When will they, as children, thrive?
Perhaps you might ask, if you're wise,
Sweet Dailyn herself...
About the Thorn in Her Eyes.•˚•˚•

•˚•˚•This book includes: Fighting, drugs, blood/gore?, scary points maybe-???˚•˚•˚

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