This is not for you. You're not the one,
And never were. Your hero days are done,
Before they start. You will not have a chance
To save the girl, slay dragons, learn to dance,

To storm the castle, throw the tyrant down,
Or rob the rich to feed the starving poor.
You're not the villain either, or the clown,
You're nowhere near the story. You're one more,

By which I mean an extra. A plus one,
A filler body in a faceless field,
A hold for filming, call you when we're done,
A helm of tin, a plastic sword to wield,

Stabbed straight through the ribs, just out of scene,
At least it ended quick, if not quite clean.

<<agé chose>>

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