Pete Postlethwaite, a chameleon's art,
A master of disguise, a soulful heart.
From gritty streets to regal halls,
He breathed life into every role, stood tall.
With eyes that held a universe of depth,
He painted worlds with every whispered breath.
A villain's sneer, a hero's plea,
His range was vast, a symphony.
From "In the Name of the Father" to "The Usual Suspects,"
He left his mark on countless aspects.
A supporting role, a leading light,
His talent shone, a guiding light.
Though gone too soon, his legacy endures,
In every film, a memory that endures.
A master of his craft, a gentle soul,
Pete Postlethwaite, forever whole.