Heroes come and goes…

A hero comes, a hero goes, that’s there only goal,
To trail the path of death and life beyond the common role.
They face such beast of horror, beyond the land or sea,
Yet one cannot retain their hope the courage that’s to be.
Lonely knight who tread much far to shrouded green of green,
Nature weaves a maze of trap, madness shown and seen.
Silence replies the weary knight, a surprise, to which, to give,
Against the quest where heroes trail, a grim of chance they live.

Art: It’s too quiet by saltytowel


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