Based on Batman, created by Bob Kane.
Gotham
Wretched
Villainous hive
Beware
Here
He comes
A man alone
A saviour
Ready
Listening
Hearing enhanced
Picking up everything
Each utterance of villainy
When silence screams
He hears
All
Watching
Ever vigilant
Knowing each detail
Seeing each depraved moment
Within a crime choked city
Though none see him
Unless he chooses
Watchful, invisible
Witness
Standing
As sentry
As a gargoyle
Guarding against the night
Cape swept out around him
Caught by the wind's cold fingers
Ready to be his wings
When he takes flight
Guardian of justice
Gotham's son
Bat
Man
One being
Strengthened by grief
Stalking the dark places
The depths of humanities soul
Footsteps blazing a trail of hope
Clearing the rot with a surgeon's skill
Bringing the corrupt to their knees
Scouring the streets of crime
Dispensing his own justice
With wordless fury
He continues
Relentless
Secret
Another life
In daylight hours
Known only to one
A faithful and loyal friend
Alfred, butler to Gotham's richest son
Keeping the secret of his master's calling
They're caught between the secrets and the lies
The young millionaire leads his double life
Pretence essential to save the city
He keeps up the act
Living the high life
The true mask -
Bruce Wayne
Playboy
Boy
Only son
Wanting of nothing
Eyes opened to pain
And a life changed forever
In the darkness of an alley
The shot that brought his parents death
Pierced also the soul of one small child
A transformation set in place like a ticking clock
Destiny lay its claim to a future saviour
In time, the child became the man
A man of skills and learning
The hero of the night
The Bat is reality
Cape and cowl
Second skin
Darkness
Gotham
Tormented city
Shrouded in pain
Made in crime's image
The rich, fattened by greed
The poor, trodden beneath their feet
Corruption treads its path upon the streets
Through the darkened heart of the tortured city
Good citizens, broken down, and cast out as prey
Men walk the dark line to avoid the same fate
They will find a greater darkness stalking them tonight
A lone man they will never see coming
A Dark Knight for the darkest nights
Saviour to all, presuming he can
Shadow of the city itself
He is become darkness
Is become night
The Batman
Cometh
About Me
- Ichthus Fish
- I’m a Christian. I have a passion for ripe fresh pineapple, and feel that a really good coffee bar is an important factor for city living. I’ve moved around a lot, because of work and also because of life, but I’m currently living in the UK in a converted attic, with my cat and way too much stuff. Have had a varied career as a primary teacher’s assistant, care home assistant, adult learning assistant, shop worker, retail assistant manager, car mechanic, media / AVA technician, university lecturer, actor, and various behind-the-scenes roles in theatre, TV and independent short film. Acting is still by far my first love, and I hope I never lose that buzz.
2 comments:
That's a cool poetry form, with the extra line (+ 1 word) getting added on each time. I like the way it makes ever increasing waves - works in this case to add to the tension.
Do you know what the official term for that form is? Just curious... I've seen it before and I'm tempted to try it out myself.
I'm really not sure what the official term might be for that type of poetry. I was just kind of making it up as I went along, and it seemed to work ok like that.
If I find out I'll let you know. (And if you find out, could you tell me please?)
The idea with this poem was the build the tension of the poem as a mirror of the situation. It's good to know that it worked like that. I made it intentionally dark, like Batman and Gotham were pre-Robin (and pre-1960's lol). This is about the very beginings of Batman.
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