(1959 – 2025)
Oh, Val Kilmer, fierce and bright,
A comet blazing through the night.
From Top Gun’s skies to Tombstone’s fray,
You stole the scene, then slipped away.
With Doc Holliday’s wit so keen,
A silver tongue, a smile mean.
“I’m your huckleberry,” cool, so sly—
The role you wore, none could deny.
Then Batman’s cape, the shadows cast,
A haunted knight, both fierce and vast.
And Morrison’s fire, wild and free,
A poet lost in melody.
Through every part, you gave your all,
A shapeshifter beyond the call.
Though time may change the voice, the face,
Your legend strides with timeless grace.
So here’s to Val, the bold, the true,
A star no curtain can undo.
The screen still hums, the lights still gleam—
Forever bright, Val Kilmer’s dream.