You stood there and watched,
Watched the screen with such an intent gaze
That I knew you saw something
Far deeper than what I saw.
Before us roared a mighty creature;
A king of bygone lands,
His master weapon not in his hand
But thrusting, twice, from his own maw.
This king prowled and raced
Across the grasslands,
Striking fear into its subjects,
For this king was a killer,
Something long forgotten by the passage of time.
Now, my little Ash,
A tamed fragment of what once was
Stands there and stares at her ancestor.
What she might be thinking
In that sharp brain of hers
I cannot know;
But I understand what I see.
For that same gleam of the Sabre's eyes
Is there, shining from the eyes of Ash:
The same lantern of wisdom and perception
Shared by one creature.
Though between the Sabre and Ash
Stands the thick, immovable wall of Time,
I know that the two are one;
Bound for all eternity
By their beginning;
Marked as one by existence.
In those deep, pensive eyes of Ash
I see the Sabre
And I shake in fear.