The Dark Knight Poem by Alvin Willis

He rides with a thunderous might
Of a million warriors at night

His mask glazed in gold
On top his majestic horse of old

He seeks unrighteous redemption
And those without true conviction

Many will cry out at night
As his sword strikes with might

For those who lay right
Will be forgiven of his fight

And they would lay frightfully awaken
Fearing all those suddenly taken

When the dark knight rides at night
Without mercy but a frightful might