Seeing you on your horseback.
Traversing the rough terrain, sparks are emitting from your horse's hooves.
Gasping for breath, your horse's breaths, stirring the silence of the vast expanse.
Rivaling the glowing sunlight, your glowing shield, when it shines on the horizons.
Casting terror into the heart of the terror itself, your amputator sword, when you wave it, shining bright, under the blazing sun.
Blowing the earth with your wild horse's hooves, I can feel the trembling ground.
like lightning falling from a furious thunderous sky, shocking heavens and earth, in a fit of horrific tremor, when you rush towards the fortified castle.
Feelings uncontrollable terror, in their hearts, the castle guards, immediately show their loyalty and bow in awe.
Rushing towards the underground prison, unlocking the rusty bars, out of unparalleled compassion, setting free the prisoner for life.
Getting out of the fortified castle, in allegiance, everyone falls to his knees, rushing with the prisoner on the back of your horse.
Racing the winds, with the prisoner on the back of your horse, who was none other than yourself.
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(thanks for sharing and inspiring my little scribbled reply)
yeah, excavating for those threadbare Heroic elements from within ourselves, can easily morph into an Epic tale,
and yet
some of us will never realise that aspect of ourselves, maybe
because our life will be devoid of dramatic escapades and deeds, maybe
we assume:
'Just' putting food on the table
'Just' keeping a house warm and bright
'Just' wishing a simple 'have a nice day' in the morning,
and a 'welcome home', in the evening
isn't anything: Heroic...
When in actuality, those 'just' deeds is what makes us heroes in the eyes of those we care about the most,
We don't need a Hollywood biopic to tell us our life has value,
We don't have to be the one's in the front lines, getting all the glory
to know
we're worthy of all the love and loyalty we've accumulated in our lives.
We don't have to be anything more, than the best we can strive for.
That's the real value in looking within ourselves for life's answers,
its unlocking that simple sense of self affirmation: to our worth!
My lines revolve only around the old idea that we alone are responsible for our true salvation and for breaking out of our psychological or physical captivity.
To resort to any form of metaphor or figurative of speech in any literary text does not necessarily promote Hollywood's heroism in the film industry or belittle the day-to-day activities of the vast majority of human beings as they go about their duties towards their loved ones.
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