In the shadows of a crumbling world
the hero stands
worn armor
a heart heavy with the weight of silence
Beneath the flicker of a fading star
they draw their final breath
the echoes of valor swallowed by the night
No triumphant return
no songs of glory to be sung-
only whispers of what might have been
as the ground cradles their weary form
and the winds carry away the last of their dreams
In the stillness
unsure questions unravel
like a thread pulled from an old tapestry
leaving behind a tale unfinished
a promise unkept
the hero falls
and the world holds its breath
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Villainized
PoetryVillainized is a collection of poems that delves into my personal hell and the struggles I've faced. I am not the hero of my narrative; a minor side-character? Perhaps. The villain? Maybe. The interpretation is yours to decide.
