Superhero

Myth and Magic once wore
capes,
leapt tall buildings, and stopped
speeding trains
with but a finger, a thought,
a smile.

They were brothers,
Myth and Magic.
Where one was
strong,
the other was
wise.
each was called, each took heed,
and jumped every fray.

But now they
sleep
underneath a mountain, these
kings
of days when man was forged of
gold
and evil was
bug-eyed, gray, and flying in saucers.

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