Hero (Prompt by Cubby)

by soberflight

A hero is born, not from the laurels of glory,

But from his own righteous heart.

Accolades are not what spur him on,

And fear may slow his start.

 

To right a wrong or promote a cause,

His sword may be his words or deeds,

For a hero wields, despite his fear,

Whatever weapon he needs.

 

Though laurels bestowed, and accolades,

It’s not what a hero would seek;

He  tries to defend, put right and amend,

In a manner both righteous and meek.