Son of a Bard

Shall I compare thy destiny?
On a road to nowhere,
What purpose your travels purvey,
Above all, what purpose fair?

Impediments of beautiful youth,
How do you explain?
Thou art not dead-ending,
Leaves a father in such pain.

Always our friendship strong remains,
I Merit thy son in me,
I Curse thy father in you,
Live ever young is my plea.

Our bond firmly fix’d,
Deny thy father’s sentiment,
My love hath been lacking,
But deficient not by intent.

You beckon brighter than all stars,
Of all earth’s greatest joy,
O, beware my love hath sprung,
Fear no more my favourite boy.