I am the man who they call Kiker
A man awash in accomplishments; unbreakable in mind and in spirit
Handling deadly hands with care. Fighting daggers of deceit with words of truth
Revealing Riddlers for who they are. Stealing the spotlight from the undeserving
Ending erroneous reigns fueled by childish fear; paint-slingers shot like it is an art
Painting pastel pictures splattered yet organized. Living skin as a canvas red with defeat
Soaring towards the sky the world is my plaything. A modern-day earth-scraper flowing like a ghost
I come to you a humble man ready to defeat what challenges you most. I intend to cripple the disease that has plagued you for so long
To terminate the blemish on your pride; rectify rectifications made false by time
I shall not be broken in mind or in spirit. While wiping clean other's reputations
Or ordaining a fear of responsibility in the selfish; watching weary men stumble into their "headstones"
We wish to assist whether you want or not; our intervention is mandatory with no conditions
We are the man who they call Kiker
Our body is one while minds live apart. Entities living for an eternity in one room of a massive house
An Anglo-Saxon style boast that I had to write for my lit class. Thought it turned out pretty good, so I wanted to share it with you guys. Enjoy!