The Dark Knight Poem by Brian Smith

The Dark Knight



All alone in the day

in the midst of the crowd.

He goes walking by,

following his lonely shadow.

The night rolls in,

he looks out from his window.

His silent thoughts

speaking perfectly loud.

The smile on his face

hides the internal frown.

His mind goes drifting by,

thoughts that seem mystic yet shallow.

The cold air rolls in,

he looks up from the gallows.

His tortured thoughts

holding up a thorny crown.

Friday, December 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dark side
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