In the shadow of spires ... for BATMAN by Stefano Donno

 In the shadow of spires, where the city exhales

its fractured breath—neon veins pulsing

against the bruise of night—

you perch, a gargoyle etched in obsidian resolve.

Not the cape that billows like a storm's apology,

but the weight beneath: bones forged in loss,

a father's echo splintering the boardroom glass,

where suits whisper deals sharper than batarangs.

Gotham, your fractured mirror, reflects

the dual pulse—Wayne's polished grin,

a mask over the vigilante's growl.

You navigate the hybrid streets: free verse

of justice, unbound by rhyme or rule,

experimenting with the meter of midnight pursuits,

where sirens wail in syncopated beats,

and shadows hybridize with light's reluctant edge.

Your innovations: not capes, but codes—

cryptic alliances in the digital haze,

eco-warrior against urban decay,

reclaiming rooftops from the smog's embrace.

Authentic vigil, cross-cultural knight,

drawing from the world's dark corners,

multimedia myth reborn in graffiti scrolls

and viral whispers of the Bat-signal's glow.

Yet accessible, this heroism: a child's awe

in the alley's hush, the public's quiet faith

that one fractured soul can stitch the seams

of a city's unraveling dream.

You, Batman, embodiment of the contemporary rift—

where identity fragments and reforms,

a poem in perpetual draft,

resonating in the academy's halls

and the street's unyielding rhythm