HERO

Poetry Speaks

It was all to real,
to real for the hero,
the hero born from stars.
As tears fell,
so did his voice,
no longer heroic.

It wasn't long ago
and not long enough;
No it was way to short,
to short for the story to end.

Searching for a fake pain
He found reality;
and no longer could he hold the face of a savior.
He could only hurt,
he could only yell,
he could only hate.

It was all to real,
to real for the hero,
the hero loved by the moon.
As his voice fell,
so did his sword,
as he was no longer heroic.

Reviews

[Joshua Marshall]

Fairly unique. I like it!