We reside in a warped
comic book universe.
Where heroes and villain take to the air.
Good and evil live amongst us,
the heroes are emotions flying majestically.
The villains are fear, laughing maniacally.
Soaring above we have the masked
wonder that is love.
Who it is? Nobody knows.
A secret identity hidden
deep within the prose,
but when they spring to action
your heartbeat grows
and through your head
sweet thoughts will flow.
Stood silhouetted by the moon
are hope and ambition,
the caped creators of our visions,
they inspire in you, a fire of belief.
A spark so brief you barely feel its touch
warming the heart hidden underneath,
but it is a rush that no drug could ever reach.
When obstacles obscure your view,
The pairing will come bounding to rescue you.
To teach, to show that inner strength
which has always lived within you,
before they bound off again
into the ever long rain,
hearing the anguish of someone new.
Sat perched upon rooftops,
beside the gargoyles keeping watch
is trust, coated in their golden armour.
A suit of honour.
They show the path to follow.
Their words are never hollow,
only ever speaking in truth.
Down in the alleyway is peace.
The one who never fights.
Solving any problems, not with fists but
with thoughtful flights of imaginary fancy.
But alongside these heroes we also have villains,
concealed deep in the shadows,
or some hidden facility
where evil deeds become reality.
When they reveal themselves
Our heroes have to unite as one.
The fearsome five also call this place home,
this bustling metropolis where lost souls still roam.
Hate, rage, anger, horror and fear
A force of menace. Only here to inspire
the worst aspects of the human ideal,
with a click of their fingers, they create wars
Breed inferiority, make you feel
that honesty is a fallacy
and that rinsing people is the only way
To live a life in the hustle of the city.
They inspire hatred of others,
with just a special set of whispered words
They make brother hate brother,
sister distrust sister. They create friction
that brings blisters to souls of hope,
and what's more, they hate fiction.
they see that it paints them
in their true horror show reality.
So, when doubt creeps in,
henchmen awaiting to make you feel
the walls are closing.
When the sweat starts to pour
rapidly from your brow
as you can now see no outcome
where you step out alive.
Cast that light in the sky,
the heart beamed up high
and before you know it
our heroes will be there by your side.
To help in this eternal fight
between wrong and right. Darkness and light,
The world of words and the one of spite.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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