The Immortal Still Stands

He wasn’t born in the lighted ring,

But there he found his name—his wings.

A warrior clad in red and gold,

With courage vast and heart so bold.

He taught a world that looked for might

That true strength burns through darkest night.

Not just in muscles, slams, or fame,

But standing tall when life brought pain.

His anthem roared beyond the bell,

In every home, his story fell

Of grit, of faith, of fighting through,

Of asking life: “Whatcha gonna do?”

He fought for truth, for kids who dreamed,

For underdogs and hopeless teams.

Each time he fell, he rose again

A symbol forged from sweat and flame.

Though now he walks a higher place,

His legacy will not erase.

For Hulkamania doesn’t die

It lifts the hearts that still ask why.

And in the mirror, when you’re low,

When fear is high and hope feels slow

Just tear that shirt, look deep inside…

The Hulkster spirit still won’t hide.