Of heroes born in shadows, brave and fast.
He was but one, a whisper in the breeze,
A soul aflame, a heart that yearned to please
The world, the weary, and the downtrodden few,
He swore an oath to right the wrongs he knew.
He saw the tyrant’s hand, a heavy fist,
Crushing the weak, their spirits all amiss.
He saw the hunger gnaw, the endless fear,
The tears of mothers, children drawing near
To death's cold grasp, a life cut short, undone,
And in his heart, a righteous fire begun.
He stood against the tide, a single spark,
And with each step, he left a blazing mark.
His sword, a beacon, shone with fierce intent,
To bring the light, where darkness had been sent.
He fought for justice, truth, and liberty,
A guiding star, for all the world to see.
He faced the demons, shadows in the night,
With courage burning, fierce and ever bright.
He stood his ground, his voice a steady call,
To those who sought to rise, and break their thrall.
He rallied hope, a beacon in the storm,
His spirit strong, his will a guiding form.
He knew the cost, the wounds that wouldn't heal,
The pain that lingered, memories surreal.
He knew the darkness, lurking in the heart,
The battles fought, the victories apart.
But still he stood, his spirit unbroken, true,
A testament to strength, forever anew.
The world may not remember, time may fade,
The hero's name, a whisper, gently swayed
By wind and time, yet in the hearts of men,
His legacy remains, a noble, fierce, and potent pen
That wrote the story, of a hero's fight,
For justice, truth, and everlasting light.