On the Dark Knight
He battles felons, demons, thieves
In dark of night he rides the streets
A watchful eye to defend the weak
A forceful will to provide defeat
In blackened cape, a mask he wears
With knowledge, so adept and sure
No glory, personal, he wishes not
For in his being, a heart that’s pure
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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