It is said that heroes never die;
Always remembered the legends they unleashed upon the world.
But these legends are always one side of the story,
And the warning reads, “These are fictional events, not intended to be taken as fact,”
Yet she reads the stories as though they were history,
Written in the riddles of wise old men and daring heroines.
The fairy tales cloud her mind with hope and adventure,
Blinding her to the dangers of the world she fell into.
(But stories always hold a lesson of truth somewhere in between its pages.)
So she waits for her own hero,
For the heart that will heal her broken love.
But she has waited too long, and since grown disdainful towards these heroes.
So she begins finds solace in their villain’s motives,
And she could never understand why the hero gets the girl.
The hero never challenges her, not the way the villain does.
He keeps her locked in the tower she’s longed to escape from,
Never knowing why her isolation from reality was a prison.
As the world she’s memorized gets smaller and smaller,
She looks to the anti-heroes to paint the tales she’s grown so fond of.
And they have over come great obstacle and bested the odds.
For the villains greatest enemy is the all-good hero,
Who can do no wrong, and triumphs over their villainess ways.
So she reads on, in hopes of a ending to her confidences,
Though she knows better by now.
After all, heroes are known to be immortal in the tales they weave,
Saving the day and winning the girl,
Never having to face the villain they cast aside in their glory.