As the city once called Thebes crumbles before my feet,

As my body is laid with the bodies of the slaining beasts.

Who will remember?

For who will remember the hero in the gruesome fairytale,

Where he is turned into a fictitious villain by the eyes of society.

Who will remember how he confided with Athena, the Goddess of wisdom and strategy?

He who turned the ruins of Olympus into a godly prophecy.

Can we forgive ourselves for being so cruel to those who are less fortunate?

For are we not all humans with flaws, and cursed by greed and misery?

How can our eyes so blindly turn from love to hatred for one's character in this repeated trope?

As we see him melt a sword together only to bend it in the final battle that he faces.

Because it doesn’t matter if the character was a hero or citizen,

It doesn’t matter if the hero died fighting for what was right,

Because in the writer’s mind the satisfaction of his readers is all that matters.

From the beginning the anti-hero lacks the ability to be a real savior and is cursed by their unfortunate doom. 

We the readers are chained by Dramatic Irony, where we know the characters flaws, and ultimately their self-inflicted tragedy. 

So as I am buried with those who struck me with the tip of their swords,

I wonder as my eyes roam the sky, can I truly die as a hero to those I sacrificed my life to?

Will I be a hero that everyone mourns once they read my story neither of guilt or pity.

Or will I be a hero that dug his grave while silence roams the fallen city of Thebes?