In Queens' quiet streets, a young mind did dwell,
A bite unforeseen, his fate it would compel.
Walls became pathways, senses sharp and keen,
Strength surged within, a power unforeseen.

Fame's allure beckoned, a masked showman’s guise,
Yet neglect bore tragedy, opened his eyes.
Uncle Ben's wisdom, a haunting decree,
"With great power comes great responsibility."

From grief's deep chasm, a hero was born,
Donning the mask, his vow was sworn.
To guard New York, to right every wrong,
In memory's honor, he would be strong.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.

He swings through chaos on cable lines,
Where Vultures hunt and Octavius designs.
Goblins laugh in pumpkin flame,
But still he plays the hero’s game.

Electric skies, a surge through bone,
He zips past sparks from Maxwell’s throne.
Sand slips through fists that won’t relent,
Yet Spidey’s grip is permanent.

Scorpions sting and Rhinos charge,
Illusions twist in Mysterio’s mirage.
The Kingpin watches, cold and still,
But webs define his iron will.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.

Promises broken, dates missed again,
Aunt May's concern, a friend's disdain.
The mask conceals, but cannot erase,
The toll it takes, the weary face.

Battles won, yet scars remain,
Losses endured, enduring pain.
Yet in the silence, a resolve ignites,
To rise anew, to scale new heights.

For every child who looks above,
He swings with hope, he fights with love.
Though burdened, he will always strive,
The city's spirit, he keeps alive.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.


Web of the fallen - Spider-Man

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Web of the fallen - Spider-Man

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