The Spirit! Poem by Denis Martindale

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A dead man walking day and night, for Death held him no more,
There was a battle left to fight, perhaps to end the war.
In Central City, crime held fast. No wonder he was sad.
Determined to outlive the past, he fought with all he had.

The City was his constant guide, providing weapons still,
Preventing him before he died while arming for the kill.
Outnumbered time and time again, The Spirit persevered,
Reflexes taught to fight the men that other men had feared.

The Spirit fought with all his might until he could not move,
To do the things he thought were right, his City to improve.
Black hat, black mask, black coat, white shirt, red tie yet heart of gold,
Regardless of the times when hurt, still fearless and still bold.

His enemies were callous souls and ruthless to the end,
For these, he searched on his patrols, though few cops proved his friend.
And every clue was at a price bought by the blood of some,
And Death was near to claim its prize as it knew it would come.

The Spirit had a second chance, few mortals understood,
Yet at the cost of true romance, in favour of the good.
The City was his prime concern. Compassion urged him on.
Not sure each time he must return or die with hope then gone.

He uses every trick he can! He leaps from wall to wall!
He either has a clever plan or has nothing at all!
He does whatever he thinks right regardless of the cost,
And though the hero day and night, is his soul saved? Or lost?


Denis Martindale. July 2021.


The poem is about a superhero called The Spirit.
His epic story is told in the 2008 action-packed film.
Violence is everywhere. The Police are doing what
they can for Central City, but The Spirit is more
than a man, and does what they can't or won't do.