Picture a man
With the legal name
Of Arthur Brame
With a job of serving the people
But that is the last
You'll hear of his work
For it matters not
To the rest of the tale
That will be told
For he's been blessed
With the touch that gave him power
And he's exalting in it
Deep into the night
Aye he's currently floating
In the cold night air
Without a care
In the world now
As he's held aloft
But the energies pouring out
Of his lower half
Like a flame but not
As it's not
At least beyond him
As it's keeping him plenty warm
While he wears the clothes
That he'd worn to bed
So he can fly
Though he hasn't yet
As he's just floated so far
But he can also release
Energies from his hands
That he can use
To defend and attack
And though he doesn't jnow it yet
He's got some speed
To go with the flight
But sadly
Despite his wishes
When he played if you had powers
When he was a boy
That used to get his butt whupped
He hasn't gotten
Any added strength
That he would have loved to have then
Still
He can't complain too much"
As he can fly
With speed in flight
And energies for attack and defence
Which makes him the kind of hero
For he knows he has to be
A hero now
Who can handle a lot
Like the saving of a city
Country or world
All on his own
But not until
He's mastered his powers
As he's about to fall
As his power cuts out
And so he fell
From high above
Which would be a fatal fall
If he didn't power up
At the last possible moment
And save his life
But that was enough
At least for the night
As he hovered just above the ground
Then lowered himself
Until his feet but touched
Good terra firma
And powered down
Then slowly walked home
As the fading heat
Of his powered self
Would keep him warm enough
Until he got inside