The cursed lover to mortal ennui;

a dead son of the godly;

a liar if one ever did walk

the earth.

the seed bears no fruit

Distance was my only friend.

Time and love are infinite

Love lets the broken souls trust someone to see the whole.

The heroes don’t life our everyday.

They wouldn’t wander here,

won’t dream here.

I become lightning and light the night.

But I’m just a man,

not his lordship or something.

Too many everyday heroes discover infinity too soon.

Mortally naked and but an echo of emotion,

I endure mystery,

a miserable hero in a sucker fiction.