Poetry time

Nov 29, 2004 23:34

*Hero*

Even Heroes die

For them we hoped and tried
By their examples we abide
Through pain and fear
We recall our pride

Even Heroes die

Created as icons once to praise
Then as illusions to be razed
Though regret and sadness
Are all this has made

Even Heroes die

By the sword or by the word
For the misfortunes of the world
Though tears never come
We lament the Murdered

Even Heroes die

Killed in spirit as the flesh
Memories twisted into mesh
Through rage and emptiness
Nothingness to cherish

My Hero is dead
I no longer love this world
Hope is a fading dream
Faith was a lie

My Hero
Is
Dead

By, Nathan Todd
November 29th, 2004.
11:27 (PST)
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