Being one with the night had its advantages
As he swooped down on his prey
Taking it out of the ballpark for number sixty-two
Bat (an acrostic poem)
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Prey (an acrostic poem)
Praying she could make it in time, she dashed towards the light
Realizing the monsters were close by pushed her to go faster
Everything came down to was she fast enough, and she was worried she would be too late
Yet she didn’t need to, she swooped on the monsters, consuming them before they escaped
Cape (an acrostic poem)
Cloaked in her beloved darkness, she shivered with excitement
As she peered over her city, watching those far below
Putting fear in the hearts of those trying to hide in the night
Enabling her to sense her prey
Costume (an acrostic poem)
Clothing makes the man they say
Or in his case, they allowed him to blend in
So that the prey around him didn’t recognize predator in their midst
Though they would be nervous as if they could see through his disguise
Undercover he enjoyed taking his time
Meticulously picking his next victim
Enjoying the chaos he left in his wake
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Hunted (an acrostic poem)
He stalked his prey
Until it tired, letting him get close
Now he was ready to make the final strike
To claim her as his trophy
Emboldened as he struck out, but he suddenly realized he had been wrong
Didn’t get to see her triumphant smile with his lifeless eyes
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Pursuit (an acrostic poem) part 5
Pelting rain pounded on Mike’s fedora as he waited
Under a red umbrella, his prey walked out of the shop
Running across the street, Mike tried to get close
Slipping in a puddle, he fell hard to the pavement
Under his breath, he swore as he pushed himself back up
It seemed that the red umbrella had disappeared
The next swears were definitely out loud
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Batman (an acrostic poem)
Being a creature of the night he stalks his prey
Always dealing out his form of justice
To Gotham’s various miscreants
Marking his territory in humanity’s cesspool
Arkham’s angel and devil, loved and despised
Never to find peace in this life
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