The Untold and Incomplete Legend of the Dark Knight
Alone on a moonless night, a warrior stood in plain sight.
Blade of steel hung from his waist, and fearsome mask upon his face.
Hung on his back, was his trusty shield which won many victories.
His metal armor clung to his skin, like a scared child hugging mother's feet.
He stood alone, waiting, it seems, silent as if in a dark dream.
Thinking of duels he fought, and times he lost, and lives he killed.
He was then only a seed, but now, a mighty oak is he.
Large, silent, brooding, as the wind whistled over the leaves.
Strange creatures hovered in the sky, howling for blood and for fight.
Yellow eyes glowed in the dark, silently threatening and challenging.
But the Dark Knight simply steeled his will, for he had faced his enemy.
Both men stood steady and drew their blades, the unmistakable sound.
Clash! Clang! sang their blades, as they fought in the dark glades.
Parry reposte, attack parry, they fought with unbridled savagery.
As both men fought and neither won, both of them tired on.
As power failed, tricks of mind was all that remained.
Like a game of chess, no more brawn, but more brain.