I actually wrote this for class, but I'm pretty sure the subliminal messages from my emersion in comics, fanfic, and Batman discussions played this out for Bats. Wow did that make sense? Anyway I don't own the idea of Bats, WB does. Batman was created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
So, anyway, I really like the imagery in this one, I really hope someone agrees with me. But yeah, my poem, please don't take it without asking first. I hope you like it, and PLEASE REVIEW. I thrive on reviews, I really do. That's what this is all about, I want to know what you think, really I do!
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The night speaks to me once again,
whispering lies forever uncovered,
the way this city pretends to be.
But just under the surface
the grit of who these people
have become is suffocated by shadows.
The raw power and static
of this city keeps me here,
pining over my mistakes.
Those who followed before me
never sought anything like this.
Salvation for a whole people.
The leaders who failed before me
stood out in the light.
I embrace the dark.
Unlike them, I'm tied at the threshold of perfection,
never allowed to enter the realm.
Crucified for trespasses
committed in the heat of battle.
How was I to know what would happen?
The world stopped
as the blood of an innocent
opened the gates of hell,
releasing the angels of Lucifer.
What was done will end nothing
but begin everything.
I will find a way to stop this madness,
to save my soul.
To save this city.
Now, high above the city,
stone creatures speak to me,
telling me the secrets of the world.