Such a tall parapet to be stood upon;
All the world gazing up,
anxious to see
If your wings will carry you
over the rainbow
That rides, like a crescent,
your haloed head.
Humanity worships its coveted
heroes,
Lifted on shoulders of sinewy
brawn and
Placed on a pedestal, put on
display;
Rose petaled path on a carpet
of red.
You never asked to be part
and parcel
To overwrought passion
carelessly aimed
In random direction, seeking
a savior
To fill the void of the grossly
mundane.
Yet favor has fallen in your
direction
Placing a laurel-leaf crown
on your head
That doesn't quite fit and
strangely has thorns
That start early on to
harbinger pain.
And those who placed you
there gather below
Holding their breath to see
how you will fly.
Waiting to see how the mighty
have fallen,
Giving no pardon...
No alibi.
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