To the glory and the fame.
Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.
Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass.
Gutters like a shadow of his past.
Reminiscing along nostalgia's lane.
Telling the children stories is his only joy.
Almost unnoticed passing by.
Prince of misfortunate fate is he.
With a bitter sigh.
A Beggar Hero he is.
Fallen knight of misery and pain.
Starving through days and freezing through nights.
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