A tired hero Part 4: Prolouge

A Tired Hero

Part 4: Prologue

The sky is black and full of rain.

God's way of showing He feels the same pain.

Knowing the world lost a hero to villain's reign.

Never walking on this Earth again.

Giving heaven one more angel to gain.

Friends, family, and strangers all gather around the grave.

People he knew and people he didn't from the city he was born to save.

His heart, his soul, his life for the people he gave.

On his tombstone a saying was engraved.

Here lies a hero who died being brave.

The Priest talks about his storied past.

Knowing deep in his heart that our hero's blind eye to injustice wouldn't last.

Arriving when we needed him there in a miraculous blast.

Cape on, mask on, ready to kick some ...

And as soon as he came he was taken just as fast.

A man died and a hero was born.

From two different identities he was torn.

His cape was bloody, trashed, and worn.

As it laid on the casket while the rest of us mourn.

 Leaving the world in a division of love and scorn.

Now this where the hero lies.

A man who never wanted to forgotten when he dies.

The kind of person who was there for the lows and highs.

Was there always for a laugh or a shoulder for the cries.

But most importantly a hero that has taught us never to stop looking up in the skies.

Becoming a hero was always a part of his destiny.

The people he saved, the family he's leaving, are all part of his legacy.

He always saw deep down what other's couldn't see.

There's a hero in you, and there's a hero in me.

Daring us everyday to put on a cape and let ourselves to be free.

He died a man never backing down from a fight.

Never blurring the lines between what was wrong, and what was right.

Taking down every thing he could with all his might.

Just so we could all sleep safe at night.

Making a whole cities future always bright.

He was a man who gave his blood, tears, and his sweat.

A man watches off in the distance walking away with the sunset.

Shadow of a cape in the wind begging they don't forget.

About the hero that lived and died, and they all met.

Able to live a life in peace knowing he has paid his own personal debt.