Superman
By, Tarawen
He smiles, not bitter but nor is it happy either. He just smiles, a brief flickering thing, he has to leave.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
The man has many titles but he cares little about all but one. "Dumbledores Man through and through" he recalls the words and smiles once more before the last tinge of happiness fades from the mans face.
I'm more than a bird: I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
He must leave, to protect, to care for, to be the hero they expect, though he doubts his ability to do so. This man is going to fight, fight to his last breath, his last second. He is going to fight because he has no other option. He is going to fight for his friends.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
His face drops now to his chest…he hurts in there at the thought of leaving – leaving the only people he's ever considered family. So he turns and begins to walk…slowly drawing his wand in one hand as he walks away into the early morning sunrise.
It may sound absurd: but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed: but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
He pauses a moment and glances behind him…the Weasley's house – Crookshanks yowling as a small garden gnome smacks the cat across the face with a small rubber boot.
Up, up and away: away from me
It's all right: You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy: or anything:
Sigh – just once he releases a sigh…and for a moment…he forgets…
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
His face is peaceful as the moment expands into an eternity of pure bliss, and then before the man can blink…it leaves him…
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
The man turns away finally and holds the wand in front of himself – it is a defining moment when a person can leave behind all he loves, to save it for someone else.
It's not easy to be me.
A snap sounds in the crisp morning air and the man is gone, the man has gone on forward…to be a hero…
A/N: That's yet another one-shot from me, please R&R
