S Is For Hope Poem by Micah Krahn

S Is For Hope



There will be blood, when the world decides it no longer needs our heroes.who are we to decide when we choose how to suffer from our deviations?

I was there when we walked with legends. In a time when deities were more than just a childhood myth. No fairy tale, fable or bedtime story.

When earth was lain to ash by our youthful transgressions of our own frail mortality.Out of the befallen ashen dust of our worlds, where no angels wept for humanity's fall. The God of our fathers, the immortality of the gods left us long abandoned. No immortal deity had stepped fourth on earth or in her heavens for more than a thousand years. If there was a god, He chose to leave us to wither within our unsound frailty on our godforsaken dead planet, the old world called Earth. To where would we now look with hope in our eyes?

A man emerged from the ashen of decimation from our own humanity, A hero saga. He saw the value in our mortality, even if we had not yet chosen to see it.

Krypton's last eulogy gave fourth from her last breath, a foresight of faith. A son born of hope. He came to us as a stranger, a messenger not of this world but a savior who came to save us from ourselves.

And there he stood. Gripping inequality menacingly with a perfect balance of equality.

Defiant in the age of depression, misery and despair. Earth's eventuality would be its own epitaph. His ascension will crush all of our human iniquities. Where he came from, S was a symbol for hope. Tyranny would never drown our resolution again.

He is our Titan of Legend, Arbiter of Ascension, Paladin of Providence and Man of Steel. Our last hope for all nations divided. A godhead of divine greatness, reconciled for a birth of relevance. Destitute and forlorn humanity without hope have stood in earth's desolation, a prequel from terra's evanescence.

Out of the dust and ashes we arise, on the backs of evil's affliction we stand steadfast with defiant valor and an invulnerable unwavering faith in our ultimate hero.

Guised in red and blue, Superman is our never ending shield of aspiration.

S is for Hope.

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a poem about Superman, our man of steel who defied earth's destruction & ruin by arising out of earth's ashes to save us from ourselves.
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