A superhero is defined
as a benevolent fictional character;
One with superhuman powers.
These heroes are the legends of mankind.
And they’re always showered with flowers.
As children we look to those
Who surpass even the highest superiors.
We could not fly,
So we watched the ones who rose.
We could not be the strongest guy,
So we envied from the shadows.
We could not see past the evil eye,
So we cried for he who knows.
The definition is slightly abstract,
For a true hero is not fictional,
But benevolent he is always.
His morals are never cracked.
He never gets caught up in the praise.
He’s always there when it’s time to act.
And his passion is consistently ablaze.
To stop when the deed is done,
Would never be simply enough.
Heroes surpass even the kindness in their hearts.
Their generosity shines like the sun,
Is as expressive as the fine arts,
Is inclusive to everyone,
And yet as precise as darts.
Powers are translated,
Into our everyday lives,
But only show through for a select few.
He transported us to a world much more cultivated.
Produced a magical air to which he flew us through,
Creating force fields against the devastated,
Regenerating our happiness back to into view.
His powers were always activated,
Just like they were brand-new.
A superhero he is designated,
But the title is not the only clue.