Poetry For Fun

Hero

Bathed in golden light,

full of pride,

I never ran from the fight.

The faces of past enemies

never cross my mind.

as I stride.

As I walk to face the masses,

full of unknown faces.

My enemy advances

To leave the identity,

I've sown into who I am,

would be an obscenity.

I shape the clay of destiny

you seek to spite.

Bathed in golden splendor.