The hero dies in the end
He fell and he faltered as he dropped to his knees, and looked to the sky and simply said please
He asked for an hour, a day a year, but soon enough then it all became clear.
His death would be slow, agonizing and long And he could help not but feel that this was all wrong
For he was the hero, this much he knew, was this the reward for the evil he slew.
He thought of his mother, father sister and brother, and realized then he would not soon recover.
He thought no longer of the pain in his chest, all he wanted now was a little bit of rest.
For he had vanquished great evil and slain the great beast perhaps this was his chance at last for peace.
He closed his eyes one final time, and laid there and died without reason or rhyme.
He died without song or church bells to toil, all he had now was a place in the soil.
The tale I have told is hard to comprehend, but as I said at the beginning the hero dies in the end.
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Posted Jun 30, 2015, 6:29 AM UTC · edited
This was a very good read. It flows very well and creates good imagery. Very sad, very emotional. I enjoyed it. :)
Thank you so much :) I wrote it with the mindset of hope deteriorating into sad acceptance. I also thought about the lack of dignity in death for the hero. He simply died, no honor, or dignity, just death.