Heroes

Hero.

He wipes the blood from his mouth and walks towards the monster on sturdy legs.

Hero.

She wipes the soldier's blood on her white pants, and runs him off the battle field, to where it's safe.

Hero.

He died to day. On that plane that crashed. He got it away from that building though. He was a hero. He is a hero

Heroes.

They run from the building, charred and breathing, children and infants safely wrapped in their arms.

Hero.

She climbs into her plane, ready for the fight, with that horrible feeling. She just knows she's going to die.

Hero.

He sits next to you in class,
He draws swords, he draws demons and staffs.

Hero.

She tries so hard in gym. Your pushing certainly doesn't help

Heroes.

They climb from the chaos of our darkest hours. And they will save us. Even when they can't save themselves.

Reviews

[Arrinae]

Well written indeed! One never knows who will end up being a hero in their own way, even if it costs them their lives. It is the person that often seems the weakest, the one who stands out, by choice or not, that may one day be the hero we always dreamed we could be. Be it Fire fighting, Serving in the military, being in the medical field, or even being a simple bystander who does what needs to be done reguardless of the price. Thank you for sharing.