Note: I'm not that sure if this poem describes Batman's life that well, but the mood is supposed to be 'dark.' And I wrote this when I was in the same mood. Comments please, and enjoy it!
His Life
When darkness falls
And the day grows dark
Demons of all kinds
Try their luck
The air is heavy
With dread and fear
But let your mind ease
A hero is here
They call him Batman
He dresses like one
He brings alleviation
Like a dark sun
Once a boy
Whose parents were killed
He traveled the world
To learn useful skills
He soon returned
To Gotham and fought
Against criminals
Bent on wrecking havoc
He was alone
In his fight
Until young Robin
Joined him in flight
Now if you look up
On Gotham nights
And see two shadows
Passing your sight
Let you be assured
That you are safe
For they will watch you
And make sure you see another day
