The Dark Knight rides alone on a fearless horse
With a face of no-nonsense, showing no regret or remorse
His back turned on those who have destroyed his life
He trusts no more; in his back remains the knife
The fearless horse paves the way for the knight to ride
Both of their species falling to morale genocide
The horse chooses the destination; his knight with no opinion
They both have become outcasts; living in seclusion
Upon the knight and his fearless horse is an armor of stainless steel
They use this to protect them from the world and all the pain they would feel
Like the times when they were subject to criticism and ridicule
The armor becomes an intimidator, to scare away those who are selfish and cruel
A golden sword awaits a massacre, while riding with this team
The Dark Knight's prize possession, which shines in the sun as a golden beam
It displays its savage swings, to all those who cross its path
And all those who distress the knight and horse feel its horrid wrath
The team of darkness clearly defines its destination
It is planned, beyond the ride through segregation
The Dark Knight and his team fall to a knee and pray to the Lord above
They are released from their savage bodies; Their souls look down on earth as a flock of doves.
December 11, 1998
