Man of Tomorrow
By: Sammy
Metropolis 3011 A.D.
Its been years since violence was vanquished
a time where truth and justice constitute a pious position
now a recluse...i drifted in quiet conviction
hoping and praying somewhere...
somehow...crime still exist. Then...
I suit up, not for power prestige...but in hours of needs
as others cower and bend...to the power and plead
a thousand defeats. in past they would shout for the League
as eyes of profuse cries drew a sigh of relief
smiles would cease. father time working his splendor
friends, apprehended; blessing? well, now they’re in peace
i’m showered in grief; the world is empty and vacant
image parade in makeshifts lace with sentiments. maybe..
i was made to rule this baby blue orb through the ages
arctic wind whispers silent cries, harboring hatred
walking aimlessly...gone...all is gone or is taken
i would ponder the days when Bruce and Robin were chasing
lunatics through the roof then split; Gotham was crazy
Flash was a character, lol, king of quips; that little shit!
sure his foot-speed was fast...but not as quick as his wits
...a sudden twitch in the distance
my attention was fixed
super sense detecting movement
through a blanket of mist..
"Miss" was an understatement, she was a product of legend
neither Gogs nor Guardians would dare this Goddess descendant
And its hard to imagine - in all her fiery Wonder
Diana long for all the simple charms that life had to offer
To call her “Wife”...i am honored...”Despite my iron facade...
i solemnly swear to hold you....in highest regards..”
A surge of energy cleared the cob,
complacency spun
as i peered into the dark,
prospect of chase has begun...
We were more than just Avengers, but a League of our own!
breathing adversity and even as a team we would grow!
Adrenaline pumping! cause we’re fighting for something!!
IGNITING....collective fire as we fight the injustice!!
Don’t give a fuck if its Darkseid or some pyro-kinetic!!
we would rise against the vilest type, applying our gifts, but..
….BUT
i knew it was nothing; its all just pretend
as loneliness grabs a hold of us
enthralled by the “when”
appalled in the least
moonwalking to past glories
for some solace and sense
of self-worth...
cause i’m honestly spent
but throughout the
contemplation
i would find
myself
whis
per
in
g
“faster than speeding bullets
leaping the tallest buildings...”
...now its leap of faith; a strand of hope i’d foolishly tugged..
heavy hearts are burden; hmm...so much for super strength, huh?
tonight i rest my cape in peace and though my part isn’t certain
just understand even a Superman needs to walk with a purpose