'Hero-to-be three!' by Aron Woolnough

You ran at me with a yelp
got on your knees for my help
eyes locked on a crying whelp
and your tears stained my cape.

My empathy grants a wish
a hand to help up the miss
my foe appeared with a hiss
and his intentions rape!

his eye was twitching, pumped arms
he was gripping, a cold bar, that he's swinging
time to get this fight on, shall we?

"Hey! I will save you"
I heard beside me
some guy in leather...
... a hero-to-be?

He dashed to the right
with the lady
while I just stood there,
not heroic of me.

Pow! Hit the cold bar
I fell by a tree
but from the branches
a guy covers me!

And with his fancy toys
tries to save me
some guy in leather...
... a hero-to-be?

He threw the foe at the wall
following in to the fool
victory and stood tall
and won his Juliet

I gasp and blinking, I kneel
is this dream or this real?
I don't know how to feel
so I pirouette

My eyes were blinking, heart sunk, reality slipping,
replaced? Powers draining,
I run over to address thee:

"Hey! You just saved her
you aren't a wannabe.
You know what that means?
We have a trilogy!

Hey! You just kicked ass
and you saved me;
some guy in leather:
Hero-to-be three!"

'Hero-to-be' by Aron Woolnough

I've heard a message from the grave,
that I need to step up and save
'cos danger will rave tonight.
So linger at the light switch,
like a bride-to-be before her hitch,
and don't trust the unknown dark.

Stop and wait around for me,
the pant-wearing Hero-to-be,
mutter me and you will see
a Ginger superhero wannabe
you'll think that I'm a slut or,
crazy utter super-nutter,
for showing off my underwear,
but you don't have to stop and stare,
just point me to the danger – don't even glare

At first I may mess up a little,
be patient as confidence is brittle,
so think before nasty things you say
'cos chances are you'll need me one day
and you can rely on me, whether it is a:

cat stuck up a tree,
gang attacking thee,
or someone bothering me,
time to reveal the Hero-to-be!

Like I said before about the gravy-wavy message plea
something is coming and it will want to mess with me
now cats, gangs and annoyances I can handle,
but I've never been burning both ends of the candle,
So I am starting to worry!

The danger has no mercy you see,
won't accept an apology from me,
after interrupting it's chaotic glee,
from defeating all those minions
I'm not favoured by evil opinions
and torturing the human resources;
so I listen to my well-trusted sources,
that I need to turn and fight.

Now the critter-crushing, shadow-casting
foe I face is wielding an almighty mace,
swinging-crushing my shadows as I dash,
my smile wasn't lasting as he was fasting
and I began to sweat.

Bet my heart skipped a beat
his mace landed by my feet
I really don't want to meet,
my maker tonight...

Evil grabbed this battle by the balls,
pulled 'em, crushed 'em in it's palm
luckily mine weren't at any harm,
so it swung it's mace and swoosh!
The whoosh rocketed inches from me,
I stood my ground and soon evil with see,
that I'm no longer a Hero-to-be!

A jump from the ground,
pirouette to a pound,
it's body fell without a sound
made quite the victory mound,
for now when you mutter,
you won't get an utter nutter,
you'll see, a Hero – that's me!