Fall From Grace

When your hero comes crashing down, what do you do?

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You’d been my white knight,

a steadfast, strong hero.

Did it hurt when you fell?

Did it cut to the marrow?

I’d placed you on top of a pedestal high,

above all the simpletons, muggles, and trolls.

You’d been my best friend,

was that one of your goals?

When I entered the nightmare,

and snapped out of the dream,

I shook to see truth,

and let out a scream.

Not perfect, not godly,

no white knight for me.

You twisted your mustache

like the bastard you be.

Then a laugh and a smirk,

that you gave me with pride.

I’d finally seen it,

your only true side.

For no one is perfect,

but some people prey,

on those who are lonely,

and wait for the day,

the disguise is lifted,