Hero

A hero walks alone in the distance His trusted steed lies in snowy pillows Glorified scars on its hide mark the legend The hero’s single undulant breath billows Memories of glory seep into the flakes A reflection of heroism in fluttering crystals Dictate the hero’s unrelenting volition To pass into the realm of the mythical Many an adversary slain by the sword None who’s heart has happily been penetrated The hero merely does what is necessary A level of honor not effortlessly replicated The hero’s efforts executed for an undeserving world Citizens burn the home the hero gives his life to protect They deny the hero the very same peace he ensures Their ignorance and hate seeks the world to infect With his last breath he leaves the world without a hero His sole sense of peace, dying having protected those he loved His eyes project his devotion to Father, country, and family His wish was for his people to acknowledge him as their beloved The hero’s actions scream all that is good Yet, you somehow see it all as purely wrong The hero has made the ultimate sacrifice What will you do now that he’s gone?