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I’ve seen them all,
  a million, billion times
  and in them the hero
  dies.

   He dies in various ways,
   with little to show for his efforts.

   He knows this, his past and
   Future enter woven like cheap
   Tapestry,
      but so fragile,
       that just looking at it breaks
         apart.

So I’ve stood apart,
  a
non-actor,
disenchanted observer
  made bitter by knowing my
  demise.

Oh well….
This is the part where I pick up my
Sword….

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