Beware the bats
of Gotham's night
For with their wings
they bring a blight
Black as painted
by the moon
Colour filth
from which they're hewn
A rite they bring
a specter of fear
a reaper, a ghoul
ever creeping near
Countless lives
did he took
Be they clean
or be they crook
He'd kill and hack
and rend and maim
All those who dare
speak of his name
This secret you'll
take to the grave
Never speak of him:
the shadow by the cave.
Artwork and words by; Chad Roble
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Poetrya pòem/ poiēma is a piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure. it is something that ar...
