Heroes Fall

I stopped believing in heroes when my best friend and lover fled.

People leave when life gets hard.

Fair enough. Now I know about that.

Heroes are false idols. Totally fake.

We make them ourselves.

They fail to live up to our fantasies.

I promise.

It’s a fact. It’s not always their fault.

I’d rather meet a badly flawed angel

One with a strong embrace

to stop me getting away

because I always try to escape.

I’d like an imperfect face

A face I won’t like very much at first

but can slowly come to love.

In Old Lore

When politics sucks
Principles fly out the door,
Those values enshrined in our myths,
Those things the old heroes fought for,
Honour, valour, trust,
When the knights always stood up
In aid of the downtrodden poor.
When we created these stories
We already knew, we were sure.
Virtue was not often practiced
But it was enshrined in old lore.
When did we change the story?
When did we tip the scales?
When did our idea of justice
Fundamentally change?
When did the villains gain praise?
Isn’t life very strange.