The Hero
The dark city's in despair
Waiting for a hero on his mare
Soft and sweet my lonely cries
Hope he hears and comes to aid
The sane soul's a sanctum of his dwell
As that is how is the story we tell
Ruthless are his kills
Deceiving, his looks
Honor at its best
Reminding the bravest not to bow
Daring the wisest to decide the disasters bestowed
Far from the different
Faded in fracas
Fragment of a frantic frazzle
As the jitters in the crowd grow loud
He walks with his pride on his sleeve
Breaking the locks of his bond
Beheaded by the screaming sorrow in souls
So is the poetic phrase as its said,
A long lost hero
An inspiration dead
'Cos after all he's the freckle of a fall
An intruder in them all
He's the story untold,
A legend in folds.
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