A boy called DAREDEVIL
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Category:
1 through F › Daredevil
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,157
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Daredevil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
a boy called daredevil
Daredevil
man without fear
you fight against evil
with strength
and senses
unnatural and weird
although you
cannot
see anything
today or tomorrow
justice you desire
in a world filled
with nothing
but sorrow
love doesn't last
and never will
death holds the cards
but there is no game
without life
so you battle on
mostly
for what you know
is right
lurking in the shadows
you wait for the moment
to strike without
warning
more violence dawning
to kill with remorse
a blind man
dressed like a devil
with eyes straining
against the darkness
while wickedness reigns
and profits from murder
you feel a cold world
and inside you shudder
but not from fear
rather hopelessness
lack of care
and the loss of love
still you listen
from above
agile and making
your way through the night
cutting and slashing
dodging left
sometimes right
but never in fright
Elektra can't save you
she was severed
in full flight
the blade was on target
she dropped
like a wind forsaken
kite
kisses
you recall
sweet and so wet
but dreams are never
fulfilled
all that's left
is regret
and the quest
for the end
of injustice and vice
so fight on
man in red
as you wait out there
somewhere
in Hell's Kitchen
every
cold hard night
man without fear
Satan's nemesis
forever near
part 2
the wind is blowing so hard
tonight
its angry and moaning
will be
until the next day's
dawning
restless, ill, and disturbed
like a lost soul
shrouded in red and black
it howls
and protests
against humankind
so careless and depressed
with all our strange
games
and malevolent plans
that never seem to quite
work out
for the better
the wind whirls
like a wounded thing
shrieking in muffled tones
that all is certainly
not well
nor will it be tomorrow
should we be here
to see it
as it turns darkly
coming down
like a black cloud
descending on a plain
to wash away the pain
and replace it with more
of the same
life is like the wind
constantly there is
sadness and moaning
complaining and weeping
but it never really
gets us anywhere
and indeed
why should we
expect it to?
Part 3
No father or mother
no sister or brother
and now
a beautiful
dead lover
nothing left
but the night
vengeance and justice
again taking flight
dreams broken
and thrown away
violence
the only way
tomorrow is a new day
but it will be
just as dark
you see
because he doesn't
see anything
but the images
his new senses bring
powerful things
a world in between
reality
and the surreal
he goes
with what he feels
his strange touch
super sensitive
but gentle
then swift to change
horrifying
and brutal
but he cannot walk away
into the clean
light of day
instead
he simply vanishes
into
darkness
and a stark
world of law?
uncompromising is the quest
for he stands along
against
what we call
reality
but he doesn't
SEE
it that way
not at all
and what of us
simply put
give thanks
man without fear
you fight against evil
with strength
and senses
unnatural and weird
although you
cannot
see anything
today or tomorrow
justice you desire
in a world filled
with nothing
but sorrow
love doesn't last
and never will
death holds the cards
but there is no game
without life
so you battle on
mostly
for what you know
is right
lurking in the shadows
you wait for the moment
to strike without
warning
more violence dawning
to kill with remorse
a blind man
dressed like a devil
with eyes straining
against the darkness
while wickedness reigns
and profits from murder
you feel a cold world
and inside you shudder
but not from fear
rather hopelessness
lack of care
and the loss of love
still you listen
from above
agile and making
your way through the night
cutting and slashing
dodging left
sometimes right
but never in fright
Elektra can't save you
she was severed
in full flight
the blade was on target
she dropped
like a wind forsaken
kite
kisses
you recall
sweet and so wet
but dreams are never
fulfilled
all that's left
is regret
and the quest
for the end
of injustice and vice
so fight on
man in red
as you wait out there
somewhere
in Hell's Kitchen
every
cold hard night
man without fear
Satan's nemesis
forever near
part 2
the wind is blowing so hard
tonight
its angry and moaning
will be
until the next day's
dawning
restless, ill, and disturbed
like a lost soul
shrouded in red and black
it howls
and protests
against humankind
so careless and depressed
with all our strange
games
and malevolent plans
that never seem to quite
work out
for the better
the wind whirls
like a wounded thing
shrieking in muffled tones
that all is certainly
not well
nor will it be tomorrow
should we be here
to see it
as it turns darkly
coming down
like a black cloud
descending on a plain
to wash away the pain
and replace it with more
of the same
life is like the wind
constantly there is
sadness and moaning
complaining and weeping
but it never really
gets us anywhere
and indeed
why should we
expect it to?
Part 3
No father or mother
no sister or brother
and now
a beautiful
dead lover
nothing left
but the night
vengeance and justice
again taking flight
dreams broken
and thrown away
violence
the only way
tomorrow is a new day
but it will be
just as dark
you see
because he doesn't
see anything
but the images
his new senses bring
powerful things
a world in between
reality
and the surreal
he goes
with what he feels
his strange touch
super sensitive
but gentle
then swift to change
horrifying
and brutal
but he cannot walk away
into the clean
light of day
instead
he simply vanishes
into
darkness
and a stark
world of law?
uncompromising is the quest
for he stands along
against
what we call
reality
but he doesn't
SEE
it that way
not at all
and what of us
simply put
give thanks