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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hero
[time] => 2002-08-30 23:13:02
[hometext] => I wrote this poem as i noticed that the people who call themself a hero, and who act all big and bad, are never really the hero at all. Its my first poem so... be nice, but please leave critism, since thats what i learn from.
[bodytext] => I look at all the warriors,
And I look at all the strong. The cocky and the arrogant. They never seem to get along. They tell me they’ll protect me. They tell me that they care. They call themselves my hero. And that they no no fear. But yet here comes the dragon, And here comes the fight. I soon find myself alone. The men left in fear and fright. And soon before my fate comes, My own death drawing near. I hear a tiny voice. And a young man standing here. He stands before the dragon, No shield nor sword he bares. He pulls his little dagger, He gives off no worried air. This young man is so small He is not what I’d expect To be the one standing there Risking his own to save my neck. The dragon comes, the dragon glares. Death working at its will. He turns before the small man, His eyes focusing on his kill. Yet the small man stays ready He will fight to his end Willing to sacrifice his life. For someone he never even called a friend. A watch in awe, As he fights without any fears. And somehow he manages To get the dragon down in tears. I run over to the young man, And mutter out in glee. Why did you stay to save me, When you could have ran off free. He gives a weary look, And tired sorta smile He looks into my eyes and tells me, Running's not my style. He begins to walk away from me With a limp and without a turn. He never did look back Never expected something in return. I watch him go in silence, I think to myself as he goes. I guess I see who a hero is, My life to save he chose. A hero isnt just someone big, Or someone with a sword and shield. He isnt someone arrogant, Or someone who fights in the field. A hero is someone Who would give his very breath. In order to save another From their own untimely death. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Jeni [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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