
The city has fallen,
Ashes adrift,
The homeless are hungry,
The rich are thrift,
So many villains,
So much death,
A little boys parents,
Don’t make a sound
They were shot and lay still,
Blood swirls around,
A little boy.
The city was fallen,Ashes adrift,
But now the rich are not safe,
For in the alley,
Some one is watching,
Donning a cape and a cowl,
At night on the prowl,
Not making a sound,
But always around,
He has returned,
For he made a promise,
At his parents dead bodies,
To rid the city of evil,
He is The Batman.