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.