Death Of A Hero (8 Nov)

Forged in the depth of Vesuvius,

With a body harder than iron,

Born with the ability to fly,

He was like a raging birdman

Polite in etiquette,

Eloquent in speech,

He was a true idol, an example of whom,

The elders yearned to teach

Tempered in behaviour,

He never did cross the line,

Be it when facing enemies,

Or evading fans who acted like swine

Over the years,

He won many flawless victories,

Crime had diminished and criminals extinguished,

Now he spent his time scoping the planet’s boundaries

Unknowing and oblivious to him,

A cult had taken shape,

Who’s one single purpose was,

To watch him snape

After struggling hard,

And pushing their minds to the limit,

They found that one weakness,

That could extinguish the hero’s spirit

That magma that had birthed,

Was his Achilles heel,

Though he was invincible,

With the lava, his skin would peel

In the caves of Vesuvius,

They held his wife,

And niggled the hero,

To save her life

He stormed in blindly,

And killed all he saw,

Infuriated like a crazy bull,

He missed covering his flaw

When the burning lava,

Touched his skin,

Like any other mortal,

He turned into nothing

The last glimpse his eyes saw,

Turned all hope upside down,

The love of his life was burning with him,

Screaming and shouting as she drowned

See you in hell,

His killers shouted gleefully,

Without the hero to stop them now,

They would oppress the world cheerily