He stood eyes transfixed upon the hill,
The world below gave him no mind
As he smiled his last and let his heart melt,
The shadows engulfed his weeping eyes.

The flap of a birds’ wing echoed
In the valley below
Then went silent as the sun
Bid the world good night.

He had once stood there with a smile,
His name was hero but now in death
He’s unremembered, all denied
And the snow flakes that fall
Mark his grave alone.

He who once had a name,
Now his tombstone unknown.