The Stoic Globetrotter

When the world was choking in pain, when fear was flooding every vein.

One stood tall through storm and slaughter, they called his name,

the Globetrotter. Time was his rival. Death his game. Every step

carved his flame. Across the oceans, across the skies, he ran where every hero dies.

Globetrotter, racing the clock, the fearless marauder. Globetrotter, fire in his

soul, the world's restorer. Through ice and storm, through dust and

flame, he saved the week, they chant his name.

. Poison spread, the cities cried. Darkness laughed, and hope had