Shayan And The Old Man Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.
Shayan And The Old Man
Let me tell you a story so far
about the past of this universe in a tar
while the skylarks fell for love,
and when the fire burnt the doves,
a hero rose named 'Shayan'
a brave heart who always can
with a blade as the justice fist,
trying hard to kill the beasts
he was sent to do this task,
without any hiding thing as a mask
hope to see these heroes in the today world
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8/29/2026 8:04:06 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Why should a hero come and save the world with blade? Those hero-looking guys are just in tales. There is no justice in the world. Everybody can reach this point of view with just a little thinking... There is no need for it. We are condemned to be and to suffer. See Ya