“Hero” the word rolls off my tongue in a sickly fashion with a repulsed scoff.
“I'm no hero.” are the words that roll through the many canopies of my mind.
Heroes protect and save lives where as all I end up doing is taking life to preserve it.
Forever stained are these hallowed claws, yet they have been cleansed of impurities alas it remains.
Blindly do these walls watch through the unwavering darkness of this subterranean labyrinth.
Judging the weight of each transgression, molding beneath each foot step to lead astray.
Senses become dulled to each thought to pass through a conscious mind, reflecting therein.
What worth is my life when the end result yields my death, why risk all to save them?
How go I reclaim what was once lost to the many shores eroded beneath the surface?
Sickened walls scream to each second of dragging claws, demanding to cease the chorus.
Why do I push forward, why do I persevere even in the darkest moments?
Be there something of worth at the end of my trials and prophetic teachings?
Steps silently treading the moist earth below, stripping secrets away to lead the lost onward.
Never shall you hear the Guardian approaching, never shall he see illumination within these walls.
Released only from within once standing face to face with the essence lost in years of old. _________________________________________________________________
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Just something I drafted up while going through a recent bout of life's amusing situations. Hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I did writing.