A hero never speaks.
And villans arent shy.
weather they tremble to their knees.
or walk against the sky.
both look down at their feet.
And remember the place before they were enslaved.
The beauty of her face, the essence of life in conciousness.
your tears feed the ground.
and in all your sorrow and pain.
comes new life in all vibrant colors.
realize that now is the time you wont be disgraced.
A place to hide when the sun sets our moon.
If all is extinguished.
The villan won.
And seeing the light that blinds.
you come exposed for all to see.
as love gains its wings.
cherish the poison which made you weak.
cause when they give up on you.
it is all you'll need.
to rise once more.
And turn this hero to a king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem