A Hero's Villanelle

With scars and wrinkles on his face
He shows the world he's fighting time
And beneath the weight he's carrying he runs his race.

His youthful eyes they are intense and out of place
Sharp and handsome by design
With scars and wrinkles on his face.

Firm and steady he needs no escape
From climbing up this sharp incline
And beneath the weight he's carrying he runs his race.

His face impassive, his features stone, he stares into space
But still he walks a steady line
With scars and wrinkles on his face.

His head held high in heroic shape
His gaze is piercing, his eyes they shine
And beneath the weight he's carrying he runs his race.

Still keeping a relentless pace
Still smiling at the passerby
With scars and wrinkles on his face
And beneath the weight he's carrying he runs his race.