Vandal Savage-The Immortal Mortal Poem by Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo

Eons have passed since his birth,
Vandal Savage, the immortal on earth.
A man of power and unmatched might,
He conquers lands with utmost delight.

From ancient Rome to the modern-day,
Savage's reign knows no limits, they say.
He's fought wars and witnessed destruction,
A true survivor, he's an ageless construction.

At times he's been a leader, a king,
A powerful figure with a sinister ring.
His thirst for power knows no bounds,
To rule and dominate is what he's found.

But with his immortality comes the curse,
Of watching his loved ones turn to dust.
He's seen empires rise and fall,
But his memory remains, after all.

His mind is sharp, his skills refined,
He's a master of deception, of the mind.
He's seen technologies come and go,
But he's the one constant, a fact we know.

Time has made him wiser, more cunning,
He's learned the art of survival, never running.
He's always one step ahead of his foes,
And he weaves his schemes with careful throws.

But sometimes he's plagued by memories,
Of the ones he's loved, and lost, and buried.
He questions his existence, his very being,
Wondering what it is he's achieving.

In his heart, he knows he is alone,
A wanderer, a scholar, a king on his throne.
His life is a cycle of birth, death and rebirth,
A never-ending saga, a story of his worth.

His legacy will endure beyond his life,
A legend of myth, of mystery and strife.
For Vandal Savage, the immortal on earth,
Is a force to be reckoned with, from his birth.

So let his name be remembered forevermore,
A being of power, of strength, and of lore.
For Vandal Savage, the immortal, will always be,
A being of endless possibility.