I am unsure of this poem….but I'm posting it anyway…just PLEASE if you have anything bad to say about it… say it nicely and without hurting my small bohemian feelings okay?
This poem is based off of a song I played at band camp called "Pavane" by Gabriel Faure….I think that's his name…
And I do not own anything…..pertaining to Batman, The Joker or its affiliates.
Because I'm broke.
But BOY I wish I could own them…
He sat in the window
Passerby unaware of his dark gaze
Transfixed
Mutilated
The people walk on edge, never knowing who could be lurking behind every corner
Uneasy
Silent with the fear of no knowledge
Silent in the wake of the beast with clown make-up
A laugh escaped from his lips
That's what I am now. He thought
I'm a…monster.
The moon shined upon the city of Gotham, waiting for its dark knight to appear out of the shadows and save the good and oblivious citizens.
The Joker scowled.
A plan always foiled
Never learning his lesson
Never listening to what others had told him
Continue…and suffer the consequences
Continue…and one day fall under the regime of the Batman
Batman, the fool, the one who never gave up
And it positively made the Joker cringe with anger
But also insane delight at the game Batman was now a part of
A game that shall never end…not if he had a say in the matter.
And then he heard the music
Swelling within the depths of his mind
A song, once heard long ago
Now playing in his head
A composition and a ballad
His eyes widened a little with curiosity
Notes dancing in a minor key
Bringing with it such beauty and
A strange sense of hopelessness
It slammed the Joker to his knees
Bruised him in green and purple
Stretching the empty hole where his oppressors stabbed him with the knife of
Prejudice
His mouth opened in shock
Gasping for ragged breaths
A mere song
Nothing more…
But the crescendo rolling off the cymbal and the sweet melody bursting with an untold story made him close his eyes in
Contentment
Until the broken-hearted clarinets bore down upon his frame of mind
Shattering it to pieces
All the instruments faded away in the final fermata, sucking apart the notes the Joker wished he had never heard.
With an intake of breath he opened his eyes
Cold.
So cold he was.
A song filled with love
A song never meant for him
He bowed his head, his hair falling into lifeless green clumps.
Consequences
Punishment
One day he knew that he would suffer for his crimes
And would lose his power to the
Mind of empathy and above all
Regret
He schemed and he planned
Knowing that it could kill
This deadly weapon of his deemed
Game.
The music reminded him of the life he could have had if he stayed
True
Instead of turning his back on
Horrors
Creating them instead.
His stage make-up smeared on his fingers as he dragged his hands through his scarred face
Almost healed
Never truly forgotten
He almost wished he could die on the spot so that the everlasting pain could run free
As it built inside the walls of his deranged thoughts…
But he ALMOST wished it, for the game was just too much fun to give up.
But he fought hard
A true soldier for his cause
A mind focused only on that one mission
Complete it
And the war is won
But for what purpose? he sadly sighed.
The opposition has a purpose
On the side of righteousness
They shall always win the battle…it has been written in the stars.
In reality
The Joker knew
He would end up flying the white flag of surrender or at the bottom of the river Styx
He remembered the music as it crept softly among his head, telling him that sad truth
All livings things perish
Alone.
And for the first time he allowed those foolish tears to come
Burning on his scarred cheeks as they leaked out of those dark eyes
The Joker now succumbing into the pit he dug for himself
A man very much alone.