My heroes were
windows of wonder

That gathered no dust
upon sills

But under the leaves
of their autuums

They turned into stargates
battling over their own wills

Falling like meteors
into the deathtrap of time

Across the night's sky
to the memories of mind

Upon the sad realization
that it was evident

They were no more
infallible than the heavenly sent

That their seconds were
accumulating score

Leading to the exit of the
house of life's back door

All of my Heroes are zeros who got lucky in some way

Whose arc of spark is spent  
and now fade away