Whoever told you I am
          invincible must
                    be dreaming. Dreams
aren’t real. Reality, realities.
          Invincibility is an illusion.
Knights in armors live
          nowhere but in fairy tales. Behind
                    the shining shields, little child
                    warriors shiver in fear,
                    aching for a mother’s hugs
                    and a father’s cheer.
The crowds don’t see tears streaming,
          only true friends comfort the weeping
                    each nursing each other's wounds
                    together toward healing.
Survivors are butterflies
          emerging from hiding chrysalises
                    themselves survivors
                              from embattled caterpillars.
Invictus -
                    still the victor recites
                    favorite lines.