Don’t be a Hero, kid.

Take it from me;

All you will gain

Is true misery.

And if you doubt my jaded views,

Know the price I paid for battles won.

Before you judge me by my words;

Join me in prayer, for my wife and son.

When I was young, and full of hope,

Still insecure, but I could cope,

I was told I was special,

I was told I was holy;

That the Gods doted on me,

And doted on me only.

I gobbled it up, I adored the attention;

Truly believing it was divine intervention.

Oh boy, did they have me; hook, line, and sinker;

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

I was praised for my strength, and I was not a deep thinker.

Perhaps I would’ve stayed the fool no wiser,

Had it not been for a certain bold miser.

She showed me humility, battle after battle;

She put up with me and my endless prattle.

Eventually, our feelings blossomed,

I gave her a child, and all was peaceful.

Until Fate hit me hard and I lost them to the Evil.

Fighting against impossible odds,

A pawn of damned Fate in the hands of the Gods,

Doing odd jobs for the flighty Divines,

With their twisted perceptions of time…

So, don't be the hero.

For once, be the zero.

Be selfish, be greedy.

Be ruthless and needy.

Because in the end,

You’ll still outlive all your friends,

And you’ll die all alone;

Lying forgotten in a nameless tomb.

And if you still want to play Good and Evil,

Then I have but one more thing to say before I leave here.

I pity you, kid, most of all;

For all you’ll have gained for what you’ll have suffered,

Is an empty title to show off to some dickhead nobles,

And the future knowledge that you’ll be a drunkard.