The Dark Knight Rises - Poem by Denis Martindale
When Gotham needs its hero back,
He's waiting in the wings,
The Dark Knight rises dressed in black
To bring all that he brings...
Back in the game, opponents fall,
He conquers one-by-one,
Such that for Gotham he gives all,
Until the battle's done...
The Batman's played the game before,
To scale the heights, even the score,
His martial arts display...
He bides his time, then strikes so fast,
Somehow to turn the tide,
Such that for Gotham danger's past
And peace can then abide...
He sacrifices life and limb,
In fact, his very soul,
In hopes that though the future's grim,
He strives yet gains control...
Beware if in his way you stand,
He knows what he must do,
Such that for Gotham things are planned
So Batman captures you!
One man can make a difference, friends,
One hero standing tall,
One champion who comprehends,
Defending great and small...
When Batman's legend comes to mind,
He holds his head up high,
Such that new courage he will find
Before his last goodbye...
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