The Death of a Superhero

Not as sad as the day I read that my man was dead. The man of steel and I was just a kid. Damn Luthor runs the web and I’m helpless to do anything about it but to quote these ancient words.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best blogs with thee doe goe,

from the sarcophagus, JC Garrett