Batman

 

The night calls out to him.

He is the protector of a city,

A city who's secrets are known only to him.

He leaps silently from a tower,

Letting the wind whip around his cloaked body.

He is the embodiment of Justice,

Wrapped in unending darkness.

Worlds away a lone woman sits,

Reading about this caped avenger.

Wishing that she was there.

This is the work of an imagination,

An imagination that spawned a hero.

A black figure fighting unending evil,

A Knight of Shadow's Light.