Falls Before The Shadow.

The flavor of Sorrow,
A Heart embracing An Arrow,

The Man's fall is before his shadow.
A leaf's left its tree so shallow.

The Soul left him amazingly so narrow.
Not a horror show,
Just like A feather over a silky scarf
Slipping over a skin full of wounds.

Nothing is tastier than The death of a hero.
A hero's death to be told,
Told to generations to come;
Once Upon a time...
"a brave Man, at The fall of the shadow,
At a dark night that filled with whispers of the Owls.
An Arrow...Split Darkness into Fiction and Reality,
A war of a split of a second,
A blink of an eye.
A race of heart beats...

A hundred men surrounded him
A Hundred Souls Could not handle his sowrd.
He, Killed Ninety Nine Souls,
Except one, A coward,a fool...with
A bow and spears, an arrow and a sowrd, ..someone drawing his fate.
Shot his cowrdly arrow and spears from behind the falling leaves,
Smoothly gone,
like water through grooves...
like Feathers over Silks...
The Arrow in his heart, The spears in his shoulders,
They Made the Hero's Death;
a lesson,
a legend,
a myth,
a literature,
a theatrical drama,
a movie at the Cinema.
Learned, inspire, read, watched by millions of cowards..."

A coward never falls, but Shadows eclipse him.
like an ocean wave over shore.
Protective, but fragile...
Like a spider net at the full moon.

Let Time carve the hero's name, so maybe someone will become him,
A hero's fall should be before his shadow.
A clock hand never falls behind.
Never sees past again...
A brave for sure is to be a hero soon.
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Influenced by [z].

Note: The poem is written for a hero's death, how it lasts throughout history, while coward's never lasts. The short story of the hero's death is about a brave man who faced 100 men, killed 99 of them, but a coward hidding behind a tree, killed him from the back with his arrow and spears. His death made him a hero, but the coward's survival made him only live longer-, but forgotten historically. The hero's death becomes a lesson to learn, a legend and a myth to inspire, literature to read, and movies to watch, all by us who are comparing to him are cowards. Just keep hoping that time will make that hero emerge again, while cowards always exist there, they are like sea shores facing ocean waves or like spider net, protective and fragiles. While the hero is like a clock hand, never sees the past again.