[Poem] The Hero
by Paul Reveere
Never is too soon to flowers’ blossom
To bloom well deep inside the Hero’s bosom;
Nay is far too late his fate anew
Which is to pertain what he lost and still
Until his end of Life pursuits anon.
To find his love, and love everichon.
Fewer but are Moon’s so pale beams
To cast upon Mankind Her gentle gleams.
Nay be said a word; nay need be spoken
Whan Sun Almighty’s glows as iron molten
All through surface and deep illuminate
The Hero’s core – before it is too late.