THE FALLEN HERO
- Dark Poets Club

- 1 day ago
- 1 min read
By Lauryn Taylor

Morals
scorned.
Shattered mirrors mourn
disillusionment, presides as
shadows darken. Tears drop,
staining clipped wings in stride.
Strength once, reigned. This
rigid body suc- cumb. The
bloodied taste, of
righteousness.
Defeat.



