His manly cape

fluttered in the hot wind,
his compelling shirt
clung to his
heroic physique
as if it were greasepaint,
his tights proclaimed
nobility,
and the sheer magnificence
of his shoes
would have awed
all spectators
(had there been any).
And as he boldly strode toward
the searing, popping, steaming
lava field,
he almost felt sorry for
the poor son of a bitch
it was belching out of.