Saved by a Hero
The hand of frost spreads stark and numb,
Chilling my heart, like a broken drum.
To this stillness, I'll surely succumb,
Feeling the hand of Fate caress and hum.
The frost extends, chilling my bone,
Scattered petals, the wind has blown
From azure skies, I was thrown
Earthward bound to claim my throne.
My journey ended against my will,
Stars dimmed as I fell ill.
When my heart exploded, all stood still,
Did not know a heartbeat could kill
The rhythm falters, the drum's tired beat,
A fragile dance, now incomplete.
From the heart of adversity, a hero appears
With Skillful hands, he shouts, "Clear",
He battles time, he battles fate,
Defying the god of Death at his gate
Electric whispers pierce the air,
Snatches me from the grasp of despair
The heart responds, igniting spark
Guided through endless nights dark.
In the realm where life and death convene,
Resolute spirit defies the unseen.
Through shocks and breaths, pulse returned
Victory earned, Death adjourned
Testament to human might,
Beacon in the darkest night.
Yet the vengeful gods did not let it pass
On the hero, they inflicted pain, Alas
Death sentence that grew in his blood
Illness progressed like a raging flood
His courage and loyalty will always shine
An epitaph, I will share on his shrine
He paid with his life to save mine
Maxwell O’Reilly
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