The Lying Hero

It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy

The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy

Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow

A man in green, mud, and gray walked on stage like a pro

And so we hugged him and kissed him and filled him with joy

The sun threw its bed and jumped like a happy little boy

The man speaks like a volcano, never knowing when to explode

With his tall tales of beating bad guys, his face of excitement showed

Alas it was night when the beautiful lady sits curvedly with her child

And all her little children running like cheetahs in the midnight wild

Thus pops the question to the man if he was ever tired

For being with his queen and princess was of everything he desired

Speaking for himself, he was always happy, well fed, and satisfied

His dirt painted face and the pain of his eyes made his words seem much denied

But of course, the good things in life were so overwhelming

The cave of imagination and wonder had made the mind go in cozy dwelling

That night two silhouettes dance, following the little drops in the sparkling starlight

The next morning the wings of justice take a grand flight

Months passed and the promised return was set on fire

In tears and in dreadfulness like the coal itself, for my smile he became a liar

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