She had never understood,

the concept of heroes and villains.

It confused her,

how could people be all good or all bad?

She viewed herself in the middle.

She was neither good nor bad.

She had done good,

She had done bad.

She didn’t want to end up in the centre,

Of all the trouble.

But for her,

It was inevitable.

As her lover,

She was what you would call a “hero”.

And wherever her lover went,

She followed.

She wandered through the fog,

Unaware of the danger she was getting into.

She was guided only by,

The light of her love.

When the fog cleared,

She was lost amidst the chaos.

Fighting raged around her,

And she did not know what to do.

Yes, she wanted to help her lover,

But to hinder would be fun.

She did not know who she was fighting,

But neither did she.

All the questions,

Created a cyclone on her mind.

Would she help?

Would she hinder?

The scale was balanced,

And she was tired.

All she wanted was for her and her love,

To rest on their bed.

She decided to do nothing,

To remain a bystander.

To merely watch the damage,

And make soup for her lover.

It truly was the best soup.

(Now I want soup 😔)