In the roar of engines, a legend took flight,
John Force, the gladiator, ignited the night.
Sixteen times crowned, the king of the track,
With victory’s gleam, never looking back.
Speed was his canvas, the paint, his command,
He danced with the flames, an artist so grand.
Yet life has its twists, its tremors, and turns,
And fate, with a whisper, brought lessons to learn.
On waters, once tranquil, a storm brewed unseen,
In a moment of chaos, the world turned to green.
The engine fell silent, the roar turned to hush,
As waves swallowed laughter, a heart in the rush.
News broke like thunder, a shattering sound,
The community gathered, in grief we were bound.
No longer a hero, no champion in sight,
Just echoes of triumph, now lost in the night.
Fans clutching their memories, they gather in pain,
Holding on to the fervor, that racing refrain.
From pits to the grandstands, his spirit once soared,
In the heart of each fan, his legacy roared.
With smiles and with courage, he faced every fight,
In the journey of life, he forever burned bright.
His laughter in pits, the warmth of his cheer,
Now haunt like a shadow, as we shed every tear.
Yet within the sorrow, a fire will ignite,
For John taught us passion, to race toward the light.
In every tire screech, in every loop we trace,
His spirit still lingers, a pulse in this space.
We stand with our hearts, heavy yet proud,
In the name of his legacy, we’ll whisper aloud.
For greatness is crafted not just in the win,
But in how we embrace, the love deep within.
So we lift our gazes, to stars in the sky,
In the vastness of passion, where legends don’t die.
Though the track may be empty, and engines may still,
John Force’s spirit races, forever it will.
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