The hero dies
as a human and is reborn
as our fantasy of hope
and the better life.
Slowly they make change,
and disillusion yet
another
lonely mother
or bitter farmer.
As the dark Lord
gains life again,
a human
somewhere
stirs to fight.
And we dare
to hope
again.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.