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Terri L Smith Nov 2012
The darkness fell and never left,
        The rain came beating to the ground,
As somberly he looked, bereft,
        At Father who made not a sound
        And Mother lost to all around,
He made a pledge, an oath of hate,
      And ne’er to break his word was he;
Protect all others from this fate,
      Not to allow misdeeds to be:
      Destroy all wrong that he could see
By taking down immoral men,
      By any means and any form
So his days were spent, but then,
      His heart still craved for loving; warm
      Bodies to interlace, perform -
Almost like a dream she came,
     A woman born not of this Earth,
Diana Prince, her given name,
     And he knew not of her real worth,
     Or of the true place of her birth;
He found himself in lustful daze,
      Watching as she flicked her hair,
Smiled in most adoring ways,
      He knew this thing he could not share
      Thus the two became a pair -
Though both hid a secret deep,
      Neither one prepared to say
And both their silence they did keep,
      Until the one most momentous day
      When fate had its own hand to play;
In mortal danger they were found,
      Roped around in knots and ties
By wicked creatures underground,
      At last their secrets they described,
      Identities they’d dared to hide;
She had her doubts of baring truths,
      But knew her lover understood
Why she had been made to choose
     Although all that she did was good,
     A choice made to evade spilled blood;
He told her of that fearful night
     When as a child his parents died
And left him in this world to fight
     Alone; in the mansion he’d reside,
     His want and need for love denied,
He told of his cape, his helm, and cave,
     She of inherent power,
Neither flustered, both were brave
    In face of their darkest hour,
    And bells rang out from Gotham’s tower
Declaring that now it was time;
    The two of them combined must fight,
And brave they fought against the crime,
    Cloaked, hidden under dark of night
    Until the dawn of morning light;
The end of the battle now was near,
    A thousand men lay lost, defeated
And Gotham’s citizens did cheer,
    As speedily the rest retreated
   The dark of Batman's heart depleted.

— The End —