The Winged Avenger
when the moon replaces the sun
and the light of day is done
wings of silver spoil the fun
death in every midnight run
friend to the meek
aid to the weak
sense of justice in mind
out to thwart the evil kind
criminals, rapists, murderers, and thieves
sense their end upon the nightly breeze
the angel of death deals out danger
angelus errare, the winged avenger
