Urban Legend
Urban Lengend
His name is only whispered, his face is hardly seen
A legend to everyone that grew up on these streets
Some called him a vigilante, some called him a Saint
He carried out justice using his enemies blood as paint
He had his code of conduct that most men abided by
And if you chose to break it then you just chose to die
Walking alone in the shadows searching for those who dared
His loneliness so apparent but his thoughts went unshared
His true name never known, everyone just called him The Clover
He made the streets of Boston safe before the night was over
Safe from the violence of murderers, thugs, and all the creeps
He made it so all the children weren't too scared to fall asleep
Police were always asking where can this Mr. Clover be found
They received only silence for no one dared mutter a sound
Many years have past since The Clover has been seen around
His memory lives in stories still whispered throughout Bean Town
04/28/17
written for poetry contest: Urban Legend
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017
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