Reserve!

I'm gonna start on it right away!! Thanx for such an awesome contest!

Is it the look
Of eyes lit with courage
That makes a legend real?
Could it be the shield
That turns a boy
Into something more than man?

Maybe it is the clothes
That make a hero great
Or perhaps the sword
The shines in the sun
It might be the people
Who revere their hero
But we may never know

Because his eyes are heavy
Lost within darkness untold

His shield has lost shape
Scratched and bent beyond repair

The green clothes are bloodstained,
From arrow, from sword, and fire

And the sword is broken
No more to stay the shadow

The people have all gone
Vanished or slain, none can say

So where then does he turn
When all else seems lost...?

Author notes

For Zakane: Okay, I kinda had this thought late last night as I began to think about sleeping. I thought about what a hero might do when all seemed to be at an end, when even his skills did not seem adequate. I wondered how our hero might be dealing in what seemed his darkest hour, and I began typing away feverishly. It is nowhere near finished, I think, but it is definitely a start. I look forward to hearing your opinion and revising until we have something truly worth putting forth