gold, amidst the night’s pall. With a beard silvered by time’s relentless march, He watches over the city, a beacon in the dark.

The Golden Knight Batman, a symbol of hope, In his golden years, still with evil he copes. A small palm in the backdrop, a sign of peace, Amidst the chaos, his vigilance never ceases.

His cape, a gilded shroud, flutters in the breeze, A reminder of battles won and enemies brought to knees. The Golden Knight, in his armor so bright, Guards Gotham’s soul, from dusk till daylight.

So here’s to the hero, in his years of gold, Whose story of valor will forever be told. In the heart of the city, his legacy’s sown, The Golden Knight Batman, forever Gotham’s own.

Shadz