The Joker's Demise: A Passing of Legacy

A poem, a rhyme, a tale of the Joker's time. A time when he dies.

I can remember the darkest days

And the brightest Knights

The pads upon my walls and the scars

From my most precious fights 

The sins, the Quinns, the blades

And the masquerades 

The smiles, the Coulrophiles, the laughs

And all the rif-rafs

But what I yearn most is not what you might think

Some would claim it to be the missing link

To kill the bat, you ask? Ha! I think not

A more pressing question is who will take my spot?

As you can see there are no psychopaths quite like me

So I ask again, who will it be to procure such a destiny?

I have no Robins to leave a cave

So listen closely to this mad man's rave

There is no manual of instruction

Yet, I can show you the path to destruction

The mantle of Joker is no mere joke

Why so serious? You best not poke

Here is my formula now set forth the plight

Then dance with the devil in the pale moonlight

Laugh till you are hoarse

Make sure to stray off course

Purple all over, green at the top

Red on the lips and lethality in the props

Find yourself a girl and make sure she is strange

Then together, put this world at the end of a firing range

Love won't be beyond you but chaos must come first

Always remember to sate your bloody thirst

I leave you now, the world is yours

So many option just make no cures

When the bat gets in you way toss him some cards

Then stab him the heart, the Joker sends his regards

Author's Note

I am very much into comic books and fantasy characters. At some point I became very intrigued with the Joker and thought to myself, "What would happen if the Joker died?" Please do forgive any grammatical errors as this is one of my first poems! Enjoy.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

Very nicely written and very poetic, love the flow as well.
Awesome write

[Exspiravit]

Thank you! It is always nice to receive a compliment! :)