Keira Lau - the Hero’s Journey

A young God 

oh holy heroic heaven sent prodigy 

the silent satan suffocating. 

No cape and sword, 

this hero was a 

facade with a heart dipped in 

Molten gold. 

Pretty boy was a beautiful hurricane and 

He never asked for it. Typhoon of egotistical 

remarks and witty compliments. 

Only missing a beat in his heart with 

a drought in his mind. 

A young God 

just a lost boy, with a numb tongue. A 

weak wandering withering child, 

drowning in his own ocean. 

This hero was an unravelled 

diary, and although his heart may be scorched 

and burned, he still learned 

the difference between a 

young God, and the one who 

could not walk away from omelas. 

Pretty boy was a wreck and 

He knew it. An eroded ship full of barnacles and 

pirates who lusted over the feeling of land. 

And pretty boy knew, his thirst, his ache, 

his pain- could never outshine 

his role as the toy, 

the fraud, 

The young God.