Throughout the ages I've been a symbol
Of defiance and freedom and heroism
Criminals run for their lives at the sight of my shadow
Dark eyes in the night
The Dark Knight
My symbol re-imagined many times over in the minds of a hundred artists
Lifted from the pages of a million comic books.
First they gave me cotton, silk and a sidekick.
My punches grew flowers of Kapow and Kaput
A jet engine sat on the backend of my hog
Those were the good old days
That shark never knew what hit it
Then I was a mirror image, the polar opposite
Blacker than black
A true Knight of the Darkness
I fought clowns, penguins and cats
Each in their own incarnations
I even fell in love.
Times changed and I became impossibly stronger
My technology evolved and my foils were reinvented
I was dealing with jokers all the time
They even put nipples on my suit
The chicks dig the car though, right?
Finally I returned to the beginning
Reborn and blacker than I could ever be
My parents murdered before my eyes
But this time it was different
I was tested to my very limit
My spine shattered and my resolve emaciated
But I fell again as quickly as I had risen.
What is next for the Dark Knight?
Do you know, Mr Kent?
© Mark Rothwell 2014
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