The 'Hero'
Along the cold battlefield that was laid to rest
Where all endless blades stand
I stare at the sun in where I failed my heroic quest
All righteous men come and gone in their merry band
Calling themselves warriors of just, heroes in their own way
Yet all have fallen from weapons from these cold hands
Alone I dreamed that the peace could stay
Yet it is only just a disillusioned dream
As war raged on and heroes died each day
As the blood drowned upon the earth like a red stream
I became the last hero, crimson in color
The hero who made the mourning earth scream
I was boy that carried the carried his father's ideal
Marked as a child of a dream so surreal
Authors Note
I did not want you all to think I have abandoned any of my writings, I have been preoccupied with my schoolwork and as well as the process of moving. I am working on both ashes of the leaf and JoA as we speak; ashes should be done this weekend and JoA will have a new chapter hopefully next week, then I will continue on my part with raiju.
I apologize for all my delays, but such is life and I truly hope you understand my friends; therefore, I have left you a few short poems that I have left for your pleasure.