Hero

by NerdGirl95

"The noir hero is a knight in blood-caked armour. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time." Frank Miller. If you were suddenly named a hero, how would you react? A series of freeverse poems about our favourite characters and how they see their status of hero throughout the books and after the Battle.

2. Chapter 2

Eyes

Bight and clear, they tell a story.

A story of pain, loss and war.

A story of happiness, friendship and love.

Eyes that see the world,

The peace that has come.

Eyes that rest daily on the ones you love.

Throat

Dry and hoarse,

Full of tiny cuts from inhaled debris.

Breathing, in and out,

Each breath another second you ever expected to live.

A throat to make noises.

Noises of sorrow and anguish, of joy and relief.

Lips

Dry and cracked, yet surprisingly soft.

An extension of the throat, projecting to noises.

Screams and sobs, laughter and songs.

Lips to kiss your beloved

Parted for so long,

Now together forevermore.

Hands

Burnt and calloused, ripped and torn.

Hands to rebuild the world that is broken.

Heal those who are hurting,

And bury those who will never hurt again.

Hands to reach out to those you care for.

Gestures of friendship, family and love.

Feet

Weary from overuse

Calloused, blistered and bleeding.

Feet to carry you across the empty battle field,

Walk to path you thought was your last.

Feet to carry you home,

To a life you never thought you'd live.

Scars

Littering every inch of skin, some big and others small.

They're what make you famous,

A hero they call you.

You disagree, you did what you had to.

You're parents, though unscarred, are the true heroes,

Because they gave their lives so you might have one.