Hero’s Song

I should like to write a poem

Its verses brave and true

Because they’d be about a hero

Who saves both me and you.

He’d fight a monster of course

A dragon or a flea

It doesn’t matter which one

For both are threats to me.

This hero would go to any lengths

To fight for what is right

His philosophies would stir in me

A passion just as bright.

Maybe this hero would show us the way

To fend for ourselves on our own

Or maybe we’d be dependent

On his virtues alone.

And the monster he slays; what of him?

He never asked to be killed

But that’s what heroes always do

They fight for what is brave and true

No matter who gets in the way

The knight will always get his say

In a society of monsters and men

The men become the heroes then

The men become the heroes then

Who get to have the poems and songs

Written by the helpless throngs

Of those who cannot help themselves

And fear what is too deep to delve

From the bottoms of their hearts

Lying, stupid, wicked arts

That glorify the hero’s tale

And mention not the monsters frail

Because the monsters can’t describe

The virtues that their hearts all hide

And when the pen hits parchment then

The monsters’ arms cannot reach them

The rhyme is failing, getting loose

The singer’s songs are fading too

For they can see their folly now

But it’s too late to call them back

The words have all been spent

The men have gone

And so will you

And so will I

And so will all the singer’s lies

That rested on the firm belief

That monsters are wolves, men are sheep

Who come to kill the wolves with luck

When both have switched the other’s skins

So one must lose, one must win

Until the hourglass starts anew

And singers’ tales begin to grow

And show

How the hero’s triumphant song prevails.