Oh father...

How is it possible
that gold and slilver
gets to turn to gray
by a single phone call
from home?

How is it possible
that the best strategies
and the most beautiful spells
get to be blown up
by the laws of father and mother?

How is it possible
for a sunny day
that signes a change
be corrupted by a gray fog
by just the pressure of the father?


"Maybe you should kill your father!"

"Kill my father? Grow up right now
and get back to the fight..."