With lightning in his eyes and speed in his stride,
The Flash races through the city with heroic pride.
His crimson suit glows in the darkest of nights,
As he races against time and puts wrongs to right.
His movements are a blur, a streak of red and gold,
As he runs at superhuman speeds, both brave and bold.
A hero born out of tragedy, he knows his mission,
To protect the innocent with fierce determination.
With a lightning bolt emblazoned on his chest,
The Flash stands tall amongst the very best.
He races across rooftops and down busy streets,
His electrifying speed leaving foes in defeat.
The fastest man alive, he's a force to be reckoned with,
With a lightning strike and a smile, he's sure to lift
The spirits of those in need, with his lightning quick wit,
The Flash is a hero that fans can't help but admit.
In the end, it's his heart that makes him a true superhero,
A heart that beats with compassion and a sense of justice so,
That whenever someone's in danger, the Flash will be there,
To save the day, to make things right, and to show he cares.
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