Pursuit of Honour

Heroines, heroes, white hats to shades of stormy grey.
Bona fide, fictional, surreal that’s the Maker’s way.
Hero to zero, the fool hardy the brave, they made their fame and name.
Colossus has fallen... the world still, yes still!!! still remains.

Some tumble from the heavens,
to the Olympians surprise.
Some are wise, some blind, from the nether realm dragging Cerberus behind.
Heroes, villains, monsters, creations of clever minds,
comic books on the rise, love that boy wonder’s masked man disguise.

Cherished, immortalised by fantastic plastic, the superhero doll.
True heroes sense danger with beagle nose, not viper tongue or eyes of spotted quoll.
Herein lies the real charm, Tank Man 89 spilt no blood, did no deadly harm.
Joan of Arc, a farm girl waving a banner, defeating armies, turned the ride...Sword of St Catherine by her side.

Asian grass lizard to rhino’s tail...the long and short of it all,
Mankind records the gallant ones, fills a colosseum wall to bloody wall.
Heroes they come and go, dead reckoning don’t save the broken haul,
the Pursuit of Honour, that of Hope,
dog ears embedded evermore ...on our mind and token Soul.
by Abre.