He had ached for a life of adventure,
For a hero's tale,
To ride off as a silhouette against the setting sun.
He had dreamt of escaping as an explosion
That ignites and bathes the world in light
Before disappearing into ashes.
He had fantasized of leaping off a cliff,
Hand in hand with faith,
Ready to be caught by angels.
He had envisioned leaving a pair of his footprints
In the minds of millions
And the hearts of thousands.
But instead he left as an old,
He left as a spark only bright enough to light the hearts
Of those who reached for the warmth.
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