Gone. Again.
They stood,
The only thing between the World,
And total destruction.
They'd been called to battle.
A celestial war,
That would determine the fate –
Of everything.
In a moment of weakness,
The reluctant warrior,
Ran.
At the last moment,
Took his leave,
Left his fellows.
Ran.
The enemies came,
Again and again.
Ready to kill,
Ready to die,
Ready, to do anything,
For victory.
The adversaries fought,
Day and night.
For an eternity,
Until both were destroyed.
Except the one who left.
The last of his kind.
The one,
Who wouldn't, didn't, stay.
The World saved,
At such a terrible price.
He led his life,
Saving, helping people,
From here and there.
Breaking hearts,
Mending them.
In his eyes,
It was never enough.
No recognition.
He didn't feel as though he deserved it.
All his family,
Friends,
Loved ones,
Gone.
And they would never be coming back.
Ever.
Life.
Unbearable.
If it could be called life,
At all.
Friends,
Foes,
Seen it all.
More than his fair share of battles.
Still,
The guilt remained.
Why, oh, why wouldn't the guilt be lifted?
The one thing that bound him to life,
Was the guilt.
And,
The hope of meeting another,
Another, just like him.
He had the nightmares,
Coming,
Thick, and fast.
Without end.
There was,
A hole,
In his heart.
He felt it.
Every second,
Of every day,
Of every year.
Forever.
It tore him,
Apart at the seams.
It hurt.
None could share his pain.
He would never allow it.
But,
It gnawed at him,
Always.
Anybody,
Who looked upon him,
Saw an average man.
Hi hid it rather well.
Except,
In his forever, timeless eyes.
The one with no name.
Sharing nothing,
He gave it all.
Time and again,
People would ask,
"Who are you?"
He wouldn't be there,
To answer.
Gone.
Again.
