The vigilante doffs his mask
To face the fury his secret wrought,
To emerge from the dark, in sunlight bask
And seek the truth his parents sought;
O world that asks but does not answer,
What of this logo seared upon a cloud?
What of this shadow, what of this cancer
Caged in the blood of the human brood?
He walks alone in sorrow’s wake
Pelted with rocks by injustice thrown,
A gauntlet of pain he chose to take:
Dark Knight, will you return to your abode
To reap the world your bravery sowed?
Wednesday, March 13th 10:30 AM