When I was young
(or at least younger than I am today)
I had a dream that I was Spider-man.

I looked different though; a suit of mercurial qualities and blue that
-when hit by moonlight-
glowed ever white.

It was night,
yet the city was screaming,
and as I swung over a police station
I found Rhino wreaking chaos.

He saw me;
the challenge was clear.
As I landed on the pavement
he was already midcharge,
but
I
did
not
evade.

Instead,
I ran faster
than him,
and the force of the punch I threw
sent
him
flying;
I was going so fast
that every movement I made to strike
left after-images,
and Rhino just couldn't keep up.

*Poor Rhino.