A Hero's Lament
They call me hero now,
But what if they knew me like you?
They have not seen me shake
Or hesitate or cry as you have.
When first we met i was a hero.
Never complaining of the pain i held,
Always with my hand extended forward,
Daring the world to give me what it had.
But glory be to the villian,
For without him i would still be lost,
Carving my way with blind stupidity,
That i once called righteousness.
The strength i called heroic back then,
Pales to what you wrought of my savaged soul,
But this pure and painless bliss,
Is tainted by your absence now.
They call me hero in hallow halls,
Their voices less than whispers now,
I feel no pride in becoming strong again,
Your absence has destroyed my pride.
So what does it mean to be a hero?
How many lives have i destroyed to save one?
Put down your blade dear hero,
It is time for you to be the villian.
WishKeeper Community Member 
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