I am called home.

I am called home.
I fall in the snow storm only to look up at good and Evil staring back.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The statue of the forgotten hero

 The wind blows and the leaves fly by a field. Crossing there path with a family panicing. The child playing kicks his ball to hard and it falls into the forest. The child runs after it only to come upon a statue of a forgotten figure lost to time. Grass and vines over grown cover the hero. He stood as a symbol to the world to be kind and strong to either. As they ...say hero's are forgotten but legends never die. The boy kneel's before the hero to honor him and after goes on his way with his ball. Beyond the forest lays the town that forget the hero's words to follow your heart to always do right. But the town failed. Now it lies in ruins. So to you that read this story do not repeat this sad tale for in your heart you know you can do better than those that have come before you hero's. With justice and honor to you fight on with a good heart. to continue this tale. The statue falls apart, damaged by time and all that is left is the plate with these words . I gave my best to the world and it is there choice to accept it or not

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