Poem about the parental secret of a good pot of soup.
Ode to the homes of our heroes and heroines from our favorite horror flicks.
What makes a hero?
They see a door.
A closed door.
Red capes and roaring waves reveal soaring men and raging fins
Boys born and bred through pain and tragedy create hidden sins
Suffering through responsibility teaches lessons of great power and accountability
Women rise with swords and shields or protect and defend with powers of invisibility.
Families evolve and families change through errors of calculations
One unites and brings fame for the forgiveness from miscalculations
Kings reign under and fight for wrongs above
Kings feign their ruling through rots of love
Heroes we see, through our eyes what we can allow
Heroes hide inside giving all they can endow
Towering men achieve and amass knowledge no other can
Changing men achieve multiples and an immortal lifespan
Men unable, men desire, men will lead
Men stand tall, waves behind soar, hope will bleed
Suits of honor, suits of…
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What makes a hero? They see a door. A closed door. Open. Run.