The Hero We All Deserve- Epic Poem

The Hero we All Deserve

On this black city, pain dealt its card
A place beholding false gods of hatred
The streets, black and dark and hard
Bore water that ran filthy and red

Deliverance was needed
To the sky, they pleaded
But no answer was heard

For an ordinary man
From the rooftops ran
And took from the thief his weapon and pride

And thus the tide,
of endless crime
Was stopped by a light;
the darkest of nights

He sits upon a concrete throne
Austere, he reigns
Guardian of our home
Defier of Bane

The Lord whispers in the night
“Should any villain reach my sight!”
They will be driven to flight!”
Except for Penguin, who, despite
Being a bird, cannot escape
the masked man and his cape

And when the killing joke was had
When people cried and screamed
And the world went mad

When a clown ruled over Gotham, a false king
The streets his; the opposers gone
His arrows of fortune and madness to sling
His marchers singing their victory song

The austere knight, justice fell
Devouring day, devouring hell

And so the night would end
And give wake to day
From heaven, or hell, was the hero sent?

For whenever those
Who could not bear arms
Faced a shadow’s blows
He would save them from harm

If the shadow should ever overtake that land
Then the mountains would first turn to sand
And if that knight should ever falter or fall
Then it would be because the small grew tall
And fear no longer ruled
In Gotham’s halls.