A poem for heroes of dark origins.

A Hero,

I'm not a hero

I'm a piece of darkness in the middle of the light

A demon that had nowhere to go

I came here,

To the light for some reason…

I don't remember the reason

And I'm glad I don't

I know something horrid happened to me

It doesn't matter now though

All that matters is what I have

Now I have friends

People who will lift me up when I've fallen

Friends that will help me when I need help

Someone to talk to when the world is crashing down


I'm not a hero

I've saved countless lives

Become a symbol of hope for the masses

Stood when no one else would stand

Looked evil right in the eye and didn't turn away

I've seen the face of Death itself and didn't die

But none of this makes me,

A Hero