He stands unmoving, more shadow than man,
Against a skyline pointillized with light;
His cape spreads out behind him like a fan,
Serrated silver, billowing in the night.
Below, the humans' screams are like a prayer
And he, their gargoyle god, waits on his perch
Deciding which to bless; his black hole stare
A benediction, the city his church.
Somewhere behind his mask the memories stir
Of past wrongs unforgiven, loved ones dead,
And sins as yet unpunished, unredeemed.
He wishes things could be the way they were
Before--but so does everyone, it seems.
He leaps into the city's heart like lead.
2 comments:
This particular one really appeals to me, maybe because of its superhero sort of impression. True, it's gothic, but in the tradition of the dark knight. Leaves me wanting more. More issues. What does this caped character do?
meant to say that "pointillized" is one of the great nonce verbs I have seen . . .
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