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?