Letters to Maureen

Dear Maureen,

       You are the reason I still carry the cape and cowl, you are the light that brings me through the never-ending  bleak darkness of these nights. Your brown hair is soft as silk in the pale glow from the street-lamps.  I am charmed by your cautious gait as you walk home. When I see you on street corners as I perch high above on rooftops, I long to embrace you in my arms, but I know it can never be...

                  Forever Yours,
                        The Caped Crusader

PS don't take fourth street tonight, its overrun with thugs