THE PRINCE OF EARTH & HIS HEAVENLY KNIGHTS
When we look back upon heroes, they were never beautiful. As the classics once found their gaze upon them, these heroes held their palms to the stars. Fate embedded itself into the fibers of skin, as if it could throttle them. If they could force time to begin again, they would always find the path that would lead them to battlefield. Yet, they are beloved by history, despite how stubborn they were, despite the lessons they sought to teach, even such teachings were silent. The tales spun of heroes whispered upon its listeners the norms of the world, that women were meant as prizes and men were meant to topple mountains, as if to silent the children that will hold sticks in their hands and pretend them to be swords, and wonder why they weren’t meant to save the day as well.
[ INSP. ] [ POETRY. ]
