Yeah, I got that bored.
The Dark Knight
In his endless fight
Against evil and might
Never In Light.
His foes they fall
And are left to Crawl
The police, they call
Not mistaken for fools.
The burning rage
that rattles his cage
guess his age?
at which stage?
The man so herioc
If ever they know it
To never stoop below it
No crowd to show it.
The greatest hero, dead from birth
To ever, ever walk this Earth.
You say he’s not real, but you do not see
No one see’s, so how can this be?
But he gets old, he needs replacing?
But who? Not you
or me.
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!