The Caped Crusader

On the cusp of the night, forged by the steel of his will Poised on the edge of forever, eternally still Patient as time, as the yesteryears mark where he's been Different from man, for the harrowing sights that he's seen He once lived a life, full of promise and dreams as he grew In a world where believing made everything real become true Where a dance with the Devil destroyed everything in a night And darkness prevailed, stripping all but a glimpse of the light No man shall bow down to the filth that roam freely today No woman nor child shall taste of the fear or dismay The lost and the lonely a champion has chosen to serve The weak and the weary shall have all the hope they deserve The battle ensues every night, arson, murder and rape As justice is dealt from behind the dark crusaders cape Steeled by the resolve that injustice shall not be the way No conscience, no remorse, no soft executioners stay That which lies written in stone is etched there in blood The conscience once felt as a child, washed away in a flood Only truth paves a path to the future, let that be his tome At the centre of hurt and corruption he's fashioned a home A soul torn and lost evermore, in the blink of an eye Bewildering fate taught a grieving young boy not to cry Did destiny cause it to be - Or was it just that The catalyst needed to transform a man into bat Tortured by loss and regret through a cruel twist of fate Carved a body and mind, that was tempered by vengeance and hate Scales of injustice now measure the weight of our sins In the instant that Bruce Wayne dies... then... BATMAN BEGINS