The Look
He will come no more,
the love of my life.
Sitting prone in the grayness of the after.
I wait, knowing no waiting will last.
It is the end.
No more will he rise among the shadows.
They have left.
I am alone.
They can see it in my eyes.
This little death.
He was the Bat.

Okay, first of all this IS NOT SLASH. I hate slash, it is the crap of the
world. The love I am talking about is the love you feel for someone who is
the most important person in your life, but please see it in the family way
or you just shot it to Hades what I was going for here. It wasn't
originally meant to be a Bat-clan poem, but on second thought I added a few
lines to make it so. I do hope you all enjoy my bit of prose though. I am
thinking about making it into a longer full poem, but wasn't sure if it was
worth the effort. Me beau thinks so, but he is just a little bit biased
about my works, sooooooo.
Let me know if you guys would like more. Here is the same poem not "Bat("
-fied. ;)

The Look

He will come no more,
the love of my life.
Sitting prone in the grayness of the after.
I wait, knowing no waiting will last.
It is the end.
No more will he rise.
They have left.
I am alone.
They can see it in my eyes.