Master Wayne's Keep

A spur of the moment creation to pay homage to the Caped Crusader

What is a bat without his Alfred? 

Who in the world would wear;

A purple outfit? 

A man bent to scare.

 

Someone dressed to the nines;

With tails and all. 

Someone who thought that the world;

Was real small. 

 

The two tangled and mingled,

But never the cowl, nor the tails

Ever became wrinkled. 

One for the win, one for the jails.

 

And, with the two there was always support. 

One from each camp that would always report. 

 

The Joker’s mistress, Harley was her name.

At the Dark Knight’s side, Robin was his.

She a demented queen with a wicked reign. 

He a young squire; a martial arts whiz.

 

From this spurred a tried and true legacy.

Four Robins in all; a full flock for the nest.

Gotham City’s pride, joy, and regency.

Three for the righteous, and one for the test.

 

The man in purple began the exam,

But the one called Lazarus would decide.

The boy called Todd was reborn to plan.

Broken then mended his mind begets Hyde.

 

The Father, the Daughter, and the Son

 

With the first four, only the true son one would remain.

But the others would transform, leaving just Gotham’s reign.

 

Traveling tents filled with laughter and flight

A colorful family born into the show

Then, one day tragedy would strike

Taken under the wing of the bat…signal aglow

 

The first of four, one day, became…

Confident, assured, R.I.P. the day

He became the second Bat to bear the name

Out with the old, in with the new, but still Gray

 

Another son colored in red

Quick as a whip; founded in truth

Tried and tested, he globe trotted, and bled

For the cowled Father, he gave his youth

 

Not last, maybe not least, the youngest of four

Deserves proper mention to complete Robin’s lore

 

The League came calling for the Crusader

One worthy to lend the armies of the ghoul.

However, the Dark Knight declined, denying the Maker

Like the youthful dragon the Bat was no fool

 

The beautiful daughter of the assassin’s immortal

Would fall…in love with her Father’s would-be protégé.

The two would sire the last of four, a lover’s quarrel

Would commence.  Eventually the Bat would fall prey.

 

The blood of the Bat marked as A positive

Trained well, but tormented; Wayne’s little gift and curse.

The World’s Greatest Detective would fall victim to his own causative

With a lot to learn Damien is blinded and hungers for thirst

 

There is of course more to this story, but for now we’ll sleep.

Because within these sleepy walls resides Master Wayne’s Keep.

Author's Note

I usually don't write poetry, so this is definitely a rough foray into the genre at best. Also, written in two parts, hence the break.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

You have a peculiar tense vocabulary, it's actually quite literary and these abilities translate in a unique way when you dabble in poetry, I'm glad you are becoming more open to the prospect of it.

[Malychyte]

Well even for someone jumping straight into poetry, this is really an excellent work! It helps I'm a comic book fan too but still the way you told the story in this is astounding, well done! Hope to read more from you! Keep at it!