I dreamt about hero he was cloaked in gallant robes

He flew up greatly to the clouds floating by

Amazed and purely dazzled by the mask figure

I was awoken by an alarm clock ready to start my future

And then his big hands swiped me making me soar

“Daddy’s own angel, his little girl”

So I went up to visit as years has passed

My hero lies no mask but resting up in heavens so high