"With Webs of Grace"

Spiderman, with webs of silked grace A masked hero, soaring through the calm skies In spider threads hero's path we trace, A beacon of hope, with purpose that thrives.

With every swing, you nausate the air, A little dance, as you fights for us all. The pressure brings some sense of joy and flair Standing bright, staying strong, never to fall.

A heart so pure, yet extremely unhappy. No darkness, however deep, can light his flame. With great power comes responsibility So he stands up for the sick and the lame.

Spiderman, a talented man so bright, A legend born to battle day and night.