The Death Of The Flash Poem by Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo

Oh, how the lightning strikes their way,
The Flash's heartbeat fades away.

The world left stunned, in disbelief,
With tears that bring unbearable grief.

The hero who once had time to spare,
Is now forever trapped in a dark lair.

The sound of his footsteps, no more,
Echoes of his speed gone forevermore.

No more lightning to light up the way,
A tragic exit from the human fray.

The memory of him forever remains,
But will never bring back what we've lost in vain.

His love for Iris will forever shine,
In the hearts of those who call him divine.

The world's protector, the Flash,
Leaves us in a sorrowful crash.

His heart pure, and his spirit bright,
The peace he brings, oh, what a sight.

The villain's may have caused his end,
But his legacy will forever transcend.

A hero, with superhuman strength,
But his fate, untouched by his great length.

No more running, no more speed,
But in our hearts, his heroism we heed.

A humble hero, who never boasted,
Always saving the day, never toasted.

Our emptiness, a void that will stay,
Like an unfillable hole, day by day.

The glorious days of Central City,
Now forever missing its protector's wit.

Only memories left of his great power,
In stillness, his presence, will forever tower.

Gone is the scarlet streak in the night,
The color of blur now forever out of sight.

The city mourns, as we all do,
For in our hearts, his memory will ensue.

A void now left, but not in vain,
For in our hearts, his legacy will forever reign.

A hero who will always be remembered,
For his sacrifice, so selflessly rendered.