Wrong Kind of Heroes

Avon to Blake

a Blake's 7 poem

by Serenade

Spoilers: For the end of the series.

Disclaimer: Blake's 7 was created by Terry Nation.

We're the wrong kind of heroes for your ill-conceived crusade:
A band of convicts on the run--oh, what a crew we've made!
We quarrel and we bicker, we're constantly in flight--
Why should we stick together? Why should this be our fight?
But you looked at this ragtag lot and saw what we could be.
You put your trust in me.

I said you were a fool, I scorned you and I taunted,
I mocked your moves at every turn, yet still you were undaunted.
You had a dream and followed it, the light shone in your eyes--
What kind of man has faith when the world is full of lies?
Trust leads to betrayal, and fair promises deceive.
I didn't dare believe.

I have no time for heroes--all I want is to survive.
Wealth is the only power, and power keeps you alive.
But you gave me a vision, and I gave you my word.
What madness makes me risk so much for reasons so absurd?
Vicarious heroism's a senseless game to play.
Don't ask me why I stay.

Now here we are on Gauda Prime, and all the dreams fall down.
The image I once had of you lies shattered on the ground.
The doubt that I have long denied possesses me again.
Have you decided you were wrong? Have you sold out your friends?
I've followed you from hell to hope--was all this a mistake?
You *can't* betray me, Blake...