Progenitor.

For all the steps that I have taken

You are one ahead.

Never have I been mistaken

in believing that your shadow

extends far past the night.

There are no monsters for me to fight.

You have slain them all, selfishly

denying me my birthright.

You seek to wash your son in glory

but in it I drown.

I wish to have a battle of my own,

to plant my feet apart

but even if I am not struck down

it is not my own feat

You were indestructible first.

And so I have this thirst

that only a hero’s blood can slake

And the hunger of it is worse,

I’m hungry to make my own way

where even You have not tread.

And thus I move to strike You dead.

Father, I must kill you now

to put my fears abed

that I will never be a hero’s equal

And ever a hero’s son instead.