When he destroyed his universe,

I was born.

Like a child of chaos and destruction,

I watched a dimension burn as I materialized.

I saw him from behind,

My father, my maker,

But didn't know his name or how to call out.

He was gone

In the blink of an eye,

Without seeing me,

Without finding me.

I cried

Because not only

Could I feel the pain of a dimension burning,

But I was not wanted.

Was not needed.