In The Absence of True Heroes

Twisted echoes all around

All those convoluted sounds

All those illusions of homeward bound

When the truth is nowhere to be found,

Oh my Darling take my hand

Together we'll go to the Promised Land

Where the flames of our passion will be fanned

Jilted again? Well I'll be damned,

Such is the life I did not plan

I’m awaiting the next information ban

The land of milk and honey becoming desert sand

How much more can I withstand?

If only I could read your mind

Doubtless I’d regret what I’d find

Discovering with who your lover last dined

Now that secrets are no longer confined,

What planet do they live on I’d ask

When you take the extremists to task

Were they really drinking from Dr. Jekyll’s flask?

Please, my Dear, remove that mask,

In all this, what does the future hold?

I’d like to think some of us would be so bold

But it seems all noble plans fold

In the absence of true heroes to behold,

Hope was once like a gold nugget in the ground

Easy enough to be uncovered and found

Where is that damsel in the flowing gown?

Dracula’s daughters emerging from the burial mound?

Once I had an untainted view

All possibilities weren’t considered to be askew

Plans for the future all shiny and new

New flesh for the ceremony right on cue,

Then the silver ship landed

And the savior Gods were heavy handed

The deadly blows that landed

Natives resented the fate they were handed,

In the aftermath I stand silent

The spirits who have passed on compliant

Finding impossible outcomes become defiant

Wondering if the Devil’s advocate is my client.