Color Me

Color me the hero,
one of the twelve saints.
Mark as the villain,
Satan's right hand man.
I can be either one
while doing the same thing.

Turn the coin around,
faces on each side.
Flip it in the air,
does the fall matter?
The edge is not an option
when end is near at hand.

The hero has arrived
this is what they hope.
The end is near at hand,
pray it is not the foe.
Look to falling coin,
your fate is in its hands.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160122.

The poem “Color Me” is about heroes and anti-heroes.