Day Two: I do not own Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Nor am I usually a poet, but hey, at least I can claim the spot of first poem in the fandom! Whoo! Here's to a cast filled with creative villains.
Shadows lurk about the night
Killing and staying out of hearing and sight
And yet the shadow shows
Invisible mallets make for gruesome blows
Flying rats bring about mayhem
As people cry for someone to save them
And it seems that the diurnal
Are bringing the end for a creature nocturnal
Weather patterns now mean nothing
As the heavens have become a plaything
Lightning strikes and gales blow
And to top it off is the deadly snow
And just when one has had enough misfortune
A reputation is brought to ruin
A perfect copy in all ways but one
The conscience can be an undoing in the long run
Perhaps its time to purge the world with soap
And violence is the way to cope
Because as bubbles fly towards the sky
One can either spill blood or cry
It seems that crimes are on a roll
As it becomes increasingly hard to save your soul
And there are those to try to take it from you
With these masks in anything true?
For metamorphosis and transmutation
Something else must be undone
And so thus numbered are the days
Of Paris and its heroes, soon to be razed