The Hero's Heart Poem by Nebe Albert

On a quiet evening before the horror, before the deaths of many fair friends on a land far from home but nearer to the home eternal, The pounding sounds of anger and love shouting from its hiding, The hero’s heart at war

On a quiet evening before the Question, before a soul so lonely and a fair friend in a house far from home but closer to the house dearly eternal, The pounding sounds of surprises and joy shouting from its hiding, The hero’s heart in love

On a quiet evening before the joy, before the faces unknown in a place unknown far from home but closer to the world eternally unknown, The pounding sounds of heavy mortars and shouts of pains closing-in within seconds, The hero’s heart of a mother.