(For Eric Killmonger) A little boy stared in the clouds Forgotten tales screaming loud His word small and nothing wrong It all shattered after too long Stories of cities that touched the sky Clans of people untouched by time Hope soon filled his boyish dreams But not everything was as it seemed One night he came home and saw His father dead, struck down by claw Weeping over his fathers head He begged him to stay, not leave him instead Shattered dreams and shattered hopes He held the myth achingly close Alone, no one there to guide He locked his humanity deep inside Battling for a way to free them all Seeking power and in deaths thrall The world had taken everything away And all in one single day So he would take everything away from it His soul a star no longer lit Now he lay there quietly dying His enemy close, no longer fighting The world it seemed would take him too His glittering eyes full of rue There was nothing left for him here Breathing ragged and full of fear Finally he took his very last breath And slipped away as his life left And as the sun left the sky The night descended with a sigh The little boy was dead and gone His life a sad and weary song. -Roguesong- -Esther L. Krenzin-
I loved this Eric in the Black Panther movie, and I felt so bad for him. His whole life he believed in a dream. His whole life he believed that he could make a difference, and fight for those who are oppressed. He just wanted to help.