When I was young I yearned to be a hero To feel the adulation of the crowd To feel the damsel in distress pressed against my chest Tearfully expressing her wonderlove into my shoulder
But with age came understanding Understanding that a yearning hero needs a villain A single minded evil that pursues the hero Obsessed with his demise at any and all cost
So to wish to be a hero Is to wish for evil And for the distress of the damsel To burden her with the obligation of gratitude
This is the reality of all yearning heroes All my childhood heroes carry this sin I unknowingly worshiped at the alter of greed The greed of a needy soul
With age comes understanding Understanding that true heroes are so only in retrospect A true hero is surprised by their deeds Pulled to the job by forces unseen left shaking by the deed yearning only to slip back into obscurity This is the true hero
A work in progress. Just bones waiting for the flesh.