And he smiled – white upon black –
the moon rising behind him;
a cape fluttering in the wind &
ominous shadows being cast.
His prey looks up & realizes
all to late – their mistake;
this is his city. . .he watches over the
streets & dark places at night.
With deathly silence, he launches
himself from the building top;
somersaulting & flipping to the ground
. . .his prey has fled.
The chase is on. . .quickly & quietly he follows
after them – eventually catching up;
They are laid flat within moments –
he ties them up and leaves a beacon.
He is fast & furious,
as deadly as anything with poison;
yet, ruling in constraint supreme.
He rules the night & offers only
justice and bruises;
He fights for himself –
what he has not yet salvaged &
what he can never regain.
He is a lonely figure – lost
in the darkness of his mind;
Wandering in places that should
never have existed.
There are places in our minds that are
mysteries & illusions; & there are
places that go on and on and on
forever.
He lives there. . .
where we can not,
in the deep dark places of the
mind,
HE is SANE.
The night has always held
truth for him;
His daytime charade
is less than any fancy.
Keeping the family looking good,
acting the part of Playboy & Philanthropist;
making the needed appearances –
and disappearing into the night.
No killing – his rule,
only bruises & broken bones;
to kill – would be like
those that capped his parents.
He rules the night. . .
the dark places. . .
He is the face of justice.
He is the DARK KNIGHT.
wil becker
1995.06.21
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