Hero
Given in solemn promise
An Oath to always Defend
Those things held most precious
God.. Country.. and friends
The creak of well oiled armor
the heft of a sword well worn
the gift of the ability to protect
the weight of duty borne
With a promise to walk with honor
a young knight rises to the task
given by traitorous advisors
to guard a lonesome pass
Sly, sneaky and underhanded
traitors plot a monarchs demise
soulless assassins cut through the night
brought short by stern unflinching eyes
He drew his sword and made ready
to withstand the charge of fate
knowing it would be the one against the many
knowing aid would come to late
Resolute against their wickedness
his stature seemed to grow
and as blades flash all around him
he felt the world begin to slow
He stood firm and steady
as blades sought to pierce his back
and knew what must be accomplished
despite all that he might lack
And though assassins fell around him
their blades in turn drank deep
his destiny plain before him
to join them soon in sleep
He stands alone in silence now
honored to have done his best
a final thought passes through his mind
to give him eternal rest
A hero is not a man
invincible to all beneath the sun
a hero simply refuses to die
until the job is done
Copyright © David Craven | Year Posted 2010
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