Hero

The colors on her skin didn't just appear.
She was a warrior, acting as my shield.
But being a hero came with a sacrifice.
Eventually the villain stole her sight.
Fueled by whiskey, Powered by rage,
An endless cycle with no escape.

The scars on our hearts didn't just appear.
She was a warrior,
But couldn't always be my shield.
Being a hero, she always sacrificed.
Eventually it came my turn to repay the price.
What was my fuel?
What became my strength?
It was always her, To this very day.