Hero
Weakness.
I see it every day, reflected in the faces of everyone around me. Mere humans, reduced to spending the rest of eternity underground and hiding, never seeing the sunshine or hearing the birds sing. They don't fight this because they can't fight it; forever rendered helpless and in despair. I see it in the mirror when I get the courage to look at myself. The world was turned into this horrid place because of me, my weakness, my lack of power. Looking at myself in the reflective glass only shows the weakness that I feel, the weakness that others are noticing.
Pain.
I feel it everyday; every time I venture to the outside world. There is a searing, burning pain when I see the world that was once so beautiful and full of dreams lying dormate and useless in ruins. Pain, to me, is defined by two pairs of devilish, ice blue eyes and two identical and compassionless faces. Mercilessly, they came and killed with a vengeance, not noticing --- or not wanting to notice, that *their* world was being destroyed too.
Hope.
I catch glimpses of it every day in the eyes of young, naive children. They know nothing of the terror and destruction the devil twins have caused; they only know of the beautiful, pristine Earth that it was before. Not because it's all they can remember, but because it's all they choose to remember. Each new day brings the promise of life, and as I stumble out of our underground world, watching the sun rise before me, I vow to give them more than just hope:
I vow to give them a *hero*.
Weakness.
I see it every day, reflected in the faces of everyone around me. Mere humans, reduced to spending the rest of eternity underground and hiding, never seeing the sunshine or hearing the birds sing. They don't fight this because they can't fight it; forever rendered helpless and in despair. I see it in the mirror when I get the courage to look at myself. The world was turned into this horrid place because of me, my weakness, my lack of power. Looking at myself in the reflective glass only shows the weakness that I feel, the weakness that others are noticing.
Pain.
I feel it everyday; every time I venture to the outside world. There is a searing, burning pain when I see the world that was once so beautiful and full of dreams lying dormate and useless in ruins. Pain, to me, is defined by two pairs of devilish, ice blue eyes and two identical and compassionless faces. Mercilessly, they came and killed with a vengeance, not noticing --- or not wanting to notice, that *their* world was being destroyed too.
Hope.
I catch glimpses of it every day in the eyes of young, naive children. They know nothing of the terror and destruction the devil twins have caused; they only know of the beautiful, pristine Earth that it was before. Not because it's all they can remember, but because it's all they choose to remember. Each new day brings the promise of life, and as I stumble out of our underground world, watching the sun rise before me, I vow to give them more than just hope:
I vow to give them a *hero*.