soul so stricken with loss/
sore spots have succumbed to frost/
wicked will be unmasked when our paths cross/
no longer focused on revenge, but/
a lust for justice knows no ends/
my free domain seems to contain my stops & chains/
no witness to this silent reign/
no forgiveness in a righteous existence/
& no commitments since the love was slain/
avarice will gather my rapturous malice/
and cancerous cretins deserving hard lessons/
the inner workings of my heart/
could lurk locked within Arkham/
because I'm as dark as the Gotham I guard/
some say I do belong in an asylum/
but were I gone they would run & hide/
longing for someone to save them/
it's a vanishing act of cowl & cape when you turn your back/
a detective hunting those who have escaped/
In the end I'm alone and only human/
an aberration but still susceptible to broken bones & abrasions
& no matter the procurations of my mantle/
in this battle, everyday is a failure/
when hate-filled debasement and oppressors prevail/
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