Dirge Of Heroes Poem by Aaron Lynn

Dirge Of Heroes



The essence of a hero
Is a perishable one.
Just as the autumn leaves trample
Upon the earth in which they lie,
Buried beneath their lifelong glory,
When their fragile coil burns away.

Friday, November 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,hero,heroes,leaves
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