Cold

by Synck

This is a little poem that I wrote not too long ago. It's about Robin, Dick Grayson, and one of Gotham's finest villains. I'll let you figure out who it is. Not really horror, just didn't know what else to put.

Cold Laughter

The painted on face.
That insane grin.
The glitter in his eyes as he watches me,
it has me frozen, unable to blink.
The cold laughing reaches my ears.
The air becomes suffocating.

Turning to run,
he is there.
I turn again.
He is there too.
"You are never save from me little birdie" he sings.
The knife goes flying,
it catches the air.
It sinks into skin.

The cold ground rushes up to meet me.
More laughter.
Swimming colors.
The clown's face appears.
He grins.
"Let's see the birdie fly now."
More cold laughter.

Hey. hows it going? its going fine on my end. here si another little poem for all my fans/reviewers. And i am so happy that there are acually people out ther who like thses poems! Such as:

Sincerely The Sign Painter

patatachip

Lady Death The Kid's

Anywho~ this little one is about little Robin, or as i like him, Dick Grayson. I refuse to acnallage any of the other Robins out there. and i'll let you guys guess who the "He" is. it shouldn't be to hard to figure out. hope that you guys review!

Sincerly the ever iSAnE,

Synk