Day 26 – The Dark Knight

I look at the streets below me
Crime rotting away at the core of my city
My chin poking out from beneath my cowl
Flesh cold from the winter breeze across Gotham

I look up and see you above me, pencil in hand,
Your lips taut with concentration as you draw 
A golden light filled with the shadow of a bat
I know that there is evil somewhere in my city

You may trace the waves, but I hear the 
Sounds of the people drowning in the ferry
You may sketch the skyline, but I see the 
Single mother dangling from it, fear hot in her eyes 

My night is your amusement as you create
Terror after terror to plague my city 
Poisonous gas flooding the streets
Serial killers massacring the innocent
Bank robberies filled with bullets

When I look at you, I just wonder what hurt you
What made you so broken to make my story
So bleak and hopeless 

What alley did you stare down that made you kill my parents?
What circus did you see that made you create my villains?
What person hurt you so much that you kept me from finding love?

As I think this, you draw a busful of children, blissful and free of worry,
Unaware that the Joker is their new bus driver
I have no time to think about your broken mind
I am the vengeance. I am the night. 
And I beg for you to draw me a happier life. 

You do not hear.
You do not care. 
I descend into Gotham.