Nothing here but heroes
by Bil!

Nothing here but heroes,
For they spoke the lies of the lost;
Dulce et decorum,
Bled into children's minds -
And he, shadow, child, saviour, mage,
He was the brightest of all the heroes,
Greatest of all the lies,
For he was the untrammelled success
Of a chess-master's guidance,
Knowing only the soft, sweet breath
Of a lie's sincerity
And dreaming the glory of all that is lost -
Until his soul broke and he found that he was human too.