I Am the Batman

I awoke at the bottom of a dry well Frozen in time with no recollection of the fall Or of where or who I was in this abysmal But I rose and stood tall to answer the call I could hear the echoes of my heartbeat My visual cortex interpreted from them sight The blinded boy I was, died of fear that night There in the cold darkness, moulded a brave knight I was cocooned in the company of bats My bare skin preyed upon by ravenous rats From deep inside the desolation of the cave I lay dying on a skeleton, confusion laden grave A kiss of life from the messenger of death A deep gasp to revive the would be sentinel of Gotham The batman was born from this metamorphosis To become a hero and the symbol of hope and justice Comic Book Characters - Poetry Contest 05-25-2015