Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Hero's Call

Quick as a wink the knight heard a rustle and hasten to the call of the damsel.
It was an amazing thing, an ache that had not had to happen. Light as feather, though he was on a fast horse, and riding through the weather to where she was lost. He made it fine her to ask whether her heart had been broken by trespasses of an evil doer.

She said no. The case was simply one of disappointment in a friend who had changed from a would-be hero into a man with feet made of clay.

And so the knight smiled and rode off again, knowing the world was still in balance and that the fair lady was safe. He never acknowledged that he was her hero, the one who would always be in her thoughts and could never fall from that horse without the world falling apart.

It is a fairy tale no one has ever told, but everyone has lived in some way.
−me strauss Letting me be


Anonymous said...

I can hear the chink of his armor and the pounding of his horses' hooves.

"ME" Liz Strauss said...

He was riding very quickly. It was an emergency to him.

dsnake1 said...

a modern fairy tale, Liz!

sometimes it has happened, people you think you can trust turns out to be persons with an agenda. i hope this is a minority, as i believe most people are basically good.

i have been missing from your blog for some time, rather busy with work. there's a lot of catching-up reading to do. :)

"ME" Liz Strauss said...

Hi Dsnake,
Boy do I know about work!

Yeah, I haven't had any heroes except my dad and one other besides him until recently. This hero is lifelong one. It makes me smile to think of him.