A whirlwind of dry leaves
falls from the trees
by a spectral air
in the shade of the feet
of the hero

As humans, we tend to the hero worshipping. There is something in us that craves excitement and a chance to prove ourselves, and so we like to also imagine ourselves the hero. We forget some heros are shrouded in death. Me ... I am more of a worshipper of peace:):):)

A truly wonderful write. Really quite wonderful:)