Mr Myth

Those glorious days,
Of violence and heroes.

To sally forth on a white charger,
Toppling the robber barons.
Armour sparkling as if sprinkled with fairy dust,
Slaying the trolls with,
Arrows and swords,
Shield and crest gleaming,
Vanquishing dragons and giants,
Sword flashing fire in the evening sun,
Strength of arms,
Strength of goodness,
Righting the wrongs,
With a virtuous edge.

Those glorious days,
Of heroes and violence.

But the heroes died out,
And the violence remains.