Title: Ode to a Harlequin
Author: TheBlackCatCrossing
Genre: Poetry/Tragedy
Synopsis: Harley's story told in a few words.
Author's note: I was inspired to do this after listening to some music and I thought I would challenge myself by telling Harley's story in as little words as possible. I was going to do this for National Poetry Month but real life got in the way. Ah, well. Better late than never, right? PLEASE read end notes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to DC Comics. I am just having fun with them.
She went by the book, she also used her head
Innovative baby, she went to deal her hand
She used so many masks to get ahead
The doctors could not categorize her for she was like sand
She had the face of an angel, heart of a sprite
On the inside, she shuffled her cards
She was labeled, classified, certified
She captured so many hearts
She was cut down to her simplest form
She was studied like an animal, a case study
Another sad statistic, she earned her critic's scorn
Yet, her forte was not jewelry or money
Her passion and poison were one
Two of hearts, two of mind
Her heart said stay, her mind said run
It was a twisted paradox, a beautiful lie
Documentaries and books sold her name
Susan and Patty, she was now part of that Hall of Fame
A dream that turned into shame
Some days she no longer wanted to be part of that game
An object, a toy, what was she?
A whore? An opportunist? A lost soul?
A woman in control of her destiny or a glorified groupie?
She was both lamb and a dhole.
A painted face hid her tears
Storybook romance was an illusion
Put on a happy face, ignore those fears
A small promise, the right words were a comfortable delusion.
Logic was toxic
Linear was boring
Color was her moxie
Nonsense was her calling
She had so many faces,
She deserved a Globe.
Too many times, she fell from grace
Arkham was both hotel and home.
She was at the mercy
Of his attention and his touch
She gave her heart and spread her legs
A kiss for breakfast and a slap for lunch
River deep, mountain high
She didn't really question why
He would make her scream then sigh
Brought out of her cocoon, she was no longer shy.
Her true self was like a pair of dice.
~END~
In case some of you do not know, I have a very unpopular view on the Joker and Harley Quinn relationship. I just believe in seeing things as they are instead of sugarcoating something that is very real to some people. To me, it's more tragic than romantic. If you came here to lecture me on why I 'don't get it' or that I am doing it wrong, let me remind you that this is just one person's views and there are PLENTY of examples on the site that will suit your fancy. This is fanfiction and a creative exercise. That is all. Adieu.