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Heroes

I looked for the hero in the story it appeared, there might be none. All the rhetoric of history in its glory slipped to dark shadows, tumultuously spun. I read the introduction ushering steps that entwined of a mystery still hidden somewhere in the misidentified. On the pages, lines drew me in the narrative benign until the marked crescendo of the expose' was denied. The hero had no purpose in this writer's mind villains, vampires, gluttonous politicians, shepherds all died. The tombs remain unmarked, with history's ill recorded find provoking little courage as each embrace the lie. They held their breath, still the mind and beating heart, cleanse every question and every thought conjured, then quietly accept without the courage to start, fact and truth, deception, outsmarted and squandered. In the shadows where light fades around the corners slow and precise, the hero steps slow, then unseen walks away though the story reached its climax in tears and wails of mourners heroes, completed tasks, allows the braggart to have his final say.

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