Q: I'm not sure i got this poem sounding right; anyone please gimme a hand.
Fallen Hero
I looked up to a figure
I once deemed to be the best.
But as time slipped to the second,
My faith was put to the test.
Me hero was declined
Of his powerful throne,
Shoved to the side
And deprived of all he called his own.
I stood with the disappointed
Who late looked him on,
And surprisingly found myself
Not nearly as drawn.
As I turned my back,
Shaking my head,
He uttered his final words
And the next second he’s dead.
I found myself thinking twice
Of what I had once thought.
After hearing his words,
My attention, he begot.
“Take care of your hate,
“For soon you’ll regret
“For not helping the one
“To whom your actions were once set.
“Don’t be afraid of difference-
“That’s what makes us all unique.
“If we copied and begged sameness,
“Then all would be bleak.
“Cherish what you believe
“And this is the last I have to say:
“Don’t turn your back again
Like you’d done today.”
**!~Denice~!**
