Fallen Hero

Fallen hero
Undressed, a non-entity
No will to call upon
Gone w/ the stillness of a silent discovery
Its death, to love
& life, to regret
Take it now!
To the temple we run
w/ steel in hand
Tripping over consciousness
tolling tin cans of hope
mighty thoughts of vision, promise
now constant notions of disillusionment.
aimless little bastards.
No more secrets
It is out.
Born a fool
Die a coward.
& so this is how it ends.
The imprint is carved.
The truth awaits.
Mortal, indeed.
Alone, no question.
.....To the altar, we sigh


Art by Alexander Zhitomirsky