Odes to the Mallards and their loved ones

Drake

Eye to eye, cheek-to-cheek, it's all the same,

A perfect match, like the last puzzle piece,

Punch, kick, dodge - hand to hand combat game

As deep sea meets sky, the blows don't cease

A snarl of rage on one, wild; uncontrolled

The other's teeth grit, determined and set.

Vicious versus calm and hot against cold

Like a dance, each punch and kick is well met,

One soul in two shadows, darkness and light

Fighting for dominion; power; control

Two beings only seen during the night,

As our keen fight continues to unfold

Like staring in a mirror, shockingly,

For you see, I am he, and he is me.

Launchpad

Underestimated, but still, I am key,

Air is my element, but earth my strength.

Soaring is in my blood; it's inside me.

And yet, I can keep him grounded at length.

Him. My partner, boss, hero, brother, friend.

I need him to keep me up in the sky.

He needs me by his side until the end.

To keep him grounded until I die.

At each other's side, we fight for what's right,

To save the world from crooks, spies and weirdos.

Dispersing the darkness and shedding light

Upon the city. I trek where he goes,

And I know I am respected and loved,

For he is there, when the push comes to shove.

Morgana

My love for thee surpasses the vast sea,

It goes beyond the sun, moon, sky and stars.

Your gentle embrace warms and surrounds me.

Your passion makes me desire from afar,

To touch, to hold, to kiss, to give, to take,

My mind races and whirls in thoughts of you.

My feelings for thee have never been fake,

For you, and you alone, my love is true.

Fierce kisses and honeyed words that remain

Imprinted forever within my heart,

Make me laugh and smile and dance in the rain,

But crave thy kind touch whilst we are apart.

So for now, my love, I bid thee good bye,

Til tomorrow, when we are side by side.

Gosalyn

As I settle in under my duvet,

My thoughts always settle on one person.

The guardian, swooping to save the day,

Helping to wash away the city's sins.

He is the terror that flaps in the night,

The fierce protector of the innocent.

Always fighting keenly for what is right

But to me, a dear father, heaven-sent,

Rescuing me from certain death, 'tis true,

But he is a real hero sans the mask,

When he put me to bed, tucked me in too,

And sang me my lullaby when I asked,

I knew he was a hero, deep inside,

For his bond to me, he could never hide.

Honker

The familiar glasses slide down my beak,

I carry my bag with its normal weight

Of textbooks, heavy with knowledge I seek

To guide me through my life without debate

But books are not my only interest,

Nor are their secrets essential to know

For my best friend's father fights without rest,

Thwarts evil each day, with a different foe.

When he strives every time to catch each crook,

I yearn to express my awe and respect.

No matter how the city views his looks,

He is always a hero in every aspect.

My best friend's dad may not have my IQ,

But that doesn't make a hero – it's virtue.