Little looks up to Big and Big never looks down,

Little looks up to Big until it turns big.

Little is now big on its own,

Oh, little how a little big you’ve grown.

You recited that once for me, when I swaddled you with my words, now your defiant in your silence, coloured shades you once tucked away for safe keeping, lie away from you, the pink in the lens split by a solid crack.

You know, my suit is tattered and worn the from the oath I took,

things said, things sworn.

For your protection and provision, I bore and was born,

The defeat of my goals and merits and now you shall inherit,

All.

And with all the gall you put on your own super suit.

Did you know?

Did you see?

Could you identify my real identity?

Further away did you know it was me?

My true form no less, below yours,

the gleam of your suit

my eye and the cold bitter storms.

Unbelievable now you’ve grown and formed.

why are you beautiful and I deformed?

Did I wish for this without me?

To see my own decay, my own inadequacy.

Little, you have flourished where I have failed,

Little does now, and makes big frail.

I cared once, I really did

but once the mask slipped, it slid.

down into your own hands the true hero,

number one even though it befalls zero.

Swaddling cloths are gone now,

I cant be your friend, foe.

I can only be the burn rather than the warmth.

Your own enigma.

I show you who I am, my true form.

Now come, try to defeat who made you.

This villain, desert all your feelings as your driven.

Be my foe as you are my villain

Forget anything, everything I’ve given.

I was never a hero little,

I was only your hero,

and you chose what you saw.