The Joker
Beneath thick colours his true face does lie.
His features all are warped with gruesome scars
And though he hides his face, it's far from shy.
And though we try, he fears not prison bars.
Not money, friends nor power does he want.
Not fear nor love nor joy did ever feel.
He leaves us notes; destruction is his font.
And with the blood of others they are sealed.
He sets fear on the citizens with threats.
He'll watch laugh as human morals crumble
He stays ahead by hedging all his bets,
And waiting for his victim's minds to stumble.
Throughout the room, his laughter is delirious.
He only has one question: Why so serious?