Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Heroes universe and this poem was written by Tite Kubo!
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Peter Petrelli stood atop the rooftop again, his feet balenced firmly along the edge. His arms spread and he let himself fall into the world he knew as deceit.
The werewolf sharpens his claws.
He felt himself fly through the air, to soar through the clouds. He knew it all as lies, as a dream.
Like the falling leaves,
Peter finally stood atop the rooftop and knew it was real. He let himself fall forward.
He sharpens his claws.
Peter had fallen and was rescued by the one that always had watched over him.
With the name of an angel,
Peter finally learned to do this himself, to fly across the air on his own.
He sharpens his claws.
Claire Bennet ran into the hallway away from the shadowed murderer, only to run into her savior.
From the depths of madness in sanity, He
She had done as he told her, to run and let him fight.
Was the one who saved me.
Claire sobbed over his body, her hand placed on his.
Touching the vessel of flesh my soul becomes water.
And Peter could regain his strength, his life.
A single breeze stirs the water into a raging storm.
Claire left the prison, closing her eyes.
Every time I think of him,
She shook her head, running fingers through her blonde hair.
I feel dizzy.
She had trouble sleeping that night, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Even in my dreams.
Claire could fall asleep easily with Peter at her side.
His chest is like the warm earth,
She looked in his eyes as he gave her the gun for the first time. Claire felt remorse well within her.
His eyes are like the dark forest,
"Claire, do it." he had instructed her. Claire would never.
His voice is like a winter storm,
His hands glowed omniously, Claire wondering of what they could do to her,
His hands are like a black bed,
Claire had graduated, still longing for Peter. And she faced him,
And his form,
That lopsided smirk was in place as Claire began to sob upon him.
is like a shining silver lion.
He had pulled her close to him,
My one,
They had locked gazes and Claire felt herself drawn to him,
My only,
And they kissed.
Prince.
Sleeping with Vertigo.