superhero+genre+2

SuperMan

The City looks beautiful when the sun sets The soft drone of the men and women coming home does my heart good Even on the tough days the fact that I can inspire people to do good makes it worth it. I can hear a mother’s cry before she sees I saved her daughter from a speeding car I believe in my heart that one day there won’t be supervillains    anymore and I won’t be needed With all of my powers I have to be careful to not shatter regular criminals like paper As much as I love to fly I’m glad I can take off my work clothes and walk as Clark Kent

Rorschach

When the sun goes down you can see the trash

The shattering of glass reminds me that my work shift has come at last

Even though the other costumes are fooling themselves I  know   there will always be evil

I hear a woman’s scream and a second later my fists are wet  with the blood of punks

I know that if I live to a hundred and twenty my city will still  have parasites feeding off it

If they harm a person they deserve to die, no quarter given

My face itches, it never goes away so neither shall I