a hero

silent whisper
louder than the voice of reason
tainted with valor
gallant, whistful
calm in the face of danger
a hero without stead
helplessly strong willed
but yet weak beyond compare

trees with gnarled branched
go floating by
with the swiftness of clouds
and the speed of light
air heavy in his lungs
with the density of water
ragged, and panicked breaths
comparable to a wolf in hunt
searching....
for his damsel in distress

eyes black with hunger
skin misted with perspiration
perfumed scent about the air
coaxing the beast within
turning a hero into a man

Reviews

[Dezaraye]

I like that you don't come out and specifically name the hero in this piece. You leave it to the reader to come to their own conclusion to fit this to their own hero. I definitely have a hero in my own mind, as I'm sure you do as well.

This is a wonderful description. Your words are placed with precision and care. Nicely done.