Heartbreak Poems

Fallen Down

Theres a song I heard recently;
it brings a feeling i both love and loathe,
a feeling of dread on the day you win it all

I imagine standing over a cliff,
sword in hand, chest heaving,
bloodied face and clothes
and a smile of disbelief creeping slowly to light

i imagine the boss had been beaten,
the level was over
the war was won

i imagine the pride and the joy,
the elation and the relief,
a beheaded foe lays still,
their crown tilted and sullied.

And then, i imagine a sound;
in the distance, a sound.
one of destruction

let it be a scream, a cry,
a whimper, a bomb;
a sound bringing the feeling of dread,
laying it over the world like a thick blanket of velvet

and i imagine the crown flickering
out of existence.

and as the smile of victory fades,
fades into realization;

i imagine the crown flickers back into existence.
clean and fresh with wealth,
and unprecedented power;
and i imagine it existing upon the hero's head.

for the boss hadnt been defeated,
only respawned

and the world was now the hero's,
a gift from one story's villain to another's;

but the dread and the victory,
melted like a pot of boiling crayon wax;
a confused mix of color that
wont turn out the right way;

the feeling of being so defeated that
becoming your worst nightmare would
make you feel something for the
first time in forever;

the moment you realized-
it would only end if you made it end;

thats when i imagine the song plays.