His Darkest Hour - Poem by Katrina Wisniewski
he guarded the night once
the Darkest Knight some called him
fighting crime, protecting the innocent
it’s what he did best
no moments were spared
for he was what the city needed
a vigilante with wings.
though times have changed
he is no longer what Gotham needs
betraying his city
corrupting Gotham’s finest
with his bare hands.
although the question still rises
the city needs its knight
protecting the innocent
from evil such as this.
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