Where are the heroes
From days of yore?
Remain do the arch foes,
They fought before.
Still here the cold,
Still here the heat.
Gone the valiant old,
But not from defeat.
Were they abhorred
Or did they die?
Or were they absorbed
Into a lullaby?
And though songs like these,
Keep us as babes sedate.
Grow old and thus appease,
Cruelties grow and virtue abate.
But in random saintly moments,
Recall youth unconscious thus.
And melodies not sang to us since,
Awaken heroes still in us.