Heroes

Anyone can be a hero

Leaping across rooftops, in the dead of the night

Looking for a fight, to right a wrong

The whistle of the wind, like a song

She see’s the target not very far away, they will be gone by the next day

They are surprised when she lands on the roof, a staff in one hand, a knife in the other.

They charge, one falls as the knife enters his chest. The other collapses as the staff strikes his temple.

The fight continues, but not for very long.

When the men are beaten, she enters the building and looks for her real target.

He has harmed many and saved none, he will be gone by the sun.

She creeps through the halls cloaked by darkness.

Like a hunter in a forest.

She is unseen as she creeps into his den.

His life will end.

He has taken lives, young and old.

He should have known better to be so bold.

She has lost so much because of him, stealing lives on a whim.

She see’s him in his chair, holding a gun, before he could see he was in danger….

BAM!

She sat up in bed, for it was only a dream, she see’s the book that had fallen to the floor.

At least there are places where ordinary people can be heroes.

Reviews

[Anuradha Verma]

What a fresh concept! The last line is lovely.
But I think in the 1st line of the second stanza it should be "sees" and not "see's".