Commando - poem by Stefano Donno

Amidst the shadows of the night,

A hero emerges, full of might.

A man of action, a man of steel,

He's John Matrix, the real deal.

With muscles rippling, and guns ablaze,

He charges forth, through the enemy maze.

His daughter's been taken, his life at stake,

He'll stop at nothing, no risk too great.

A former soldier, a warrior born,

He faces off against the enemy's scorn.

Their leader, Arius, thinks he's won,

But John Matrix is just getting started, son.

Explosions rock the city streets,

As John Matrix and his foes compete.

Bullets fly, and bodies fall,

As he fights to save his daughter from it all.

With every blow, with every shot,

He proves that he's still got the lot.

A man of honor, a man of might,

He'll stop at nothing, to win the fight.

And when the dust settles, and the smoke clears,

John Matrix stands, without any fears.

For he's Commando, the one and only,

A true hero, tough and lonely.