Bruce Wayne

[fim]

A young boy standing outside
watched his parents bleed and die.
Blood began to boil then;
didn't want their lives to end.
Childhood scar that won't mend.
Darkness: forever his friend.

Frightened, cold, and all alone
inside a cave on his own.
Bats awaken to his sound,
swiftly flying fast and loud,
and swooping down they came near.
ID stolen from his fear. or maybe an ID embraced by his fear

A hero was born that day
who fights crime that's out to play.
Cunning and intelligent,
swiftly wins and never spent.
Banished now, with no respect.
Batman will return, I bet.

TheWall0912,
This was a fun poem. It, for me, was very transformative read. I think we are both inclined to have our poems rhyme and follow a readily discernible path to a conclusion ... and at the risk of getting too serious in a reply to a fun-forum poem ... I wish it didn't do both as much as it did. There are some lines where I think impact or clarity was sacrificed for rhyme. I like your choice of subject matter.
Cheers,
fim