Batman

Swinging and swiveling
with feet dancing on notes of whisky
his hands in tremors, took out a magnum
loaded and heavy, as he said

Dark alley, it rained till roads turned puddles
filled with mud-loads and stink
realm of dark spreads it’s coat
and Gotham is black again

Hands in the air and the heat rises
and the drunken street rug pulled the trigger
the beads of pearls on Ms Wayne’s breast broke
and it rained water, tears and beads in the air

Bruce fell on his knees, clenching his fists
in anger, in loss of his father’s inaction
orphaned and kicked in streets of crime
rose from pit’s of hell the orphan is now
the Dark Knight, the Batman

 

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