He's
galvanized and bulletproof
Except
maybe at the seams
Cut
himself on a devil's tooth
And
bled out all his dreams
He
stole a wishbone from the warden
then
used it for a shank
Went
out and fired up his Norton,
Rode off with a lit rag in the tank
He's
invincible, near invisible
Maybe
under a voodoo hex
Unpredictable,
fights bare knuckle
Walks
one shadow to the next
He
saves women in distress
And
maidens locked in towers
He
can beat Death at chess
With
his divine powers
He's
clairvoyant, a prophet
Contacts
beings on other planes
Plays
blues on Gabriel's trumpet
And
broke loose Samson's chains
He
flies all night on his rounds
wading
through nightmares in the dark
Two
steps ahead of the hellhounds
with
bites much worse than the bark
He's
a cloud splitter, shape shifter
All
the elements at his comply
Thunderstorms
under his bowler
You
can tell his mood by the sky
*Music to follow
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