A Short Story from Comic Con (SFO)

You & me in SanFrancisco and grown men playing dress up plus nerds
With you around my arms I am immediately separated from the heard
The remaining 10% of the so-called jocks only by chance furiously attending
They gaze then pass at you curious glares
As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares
Stupefied suspecting what we have in common to share
As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air;
My fellow compatriots notice you as a beautiful figure that does not belong
A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall
As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall
But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero-themed ball;
My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief
Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief,
Finally admitting this modern-day miracle they begin to ponder
If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber
Daydreaming and sleepwalking away into the yonder
Then they soon realize and dare themselves to wonder;
If I – a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl
There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn
From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric a DARK KNIGHT has risen
Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world