A red death, a red death
For him, it was not meant to be
He went laughing into the night
Before his soul drifted away from me
A cold grave, a cold grave
It was not his to own
It would be too simple
To make his resting place known
A beating heart, a beating heart
Always alive for him
Even though the tragedy
Has turned my universe grim
A carnival, a carnival
Will forever be reserved
It's the least that I can do
For him, well deserved
A dark night, a dark knight
Whisked him far away
A grave mistake, for now
It is blood they'll have to pay
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A Bittersweet Tragedy
PoetryA brief rhyming reflection on the death of Joker in the Arkham games. How one should aspire to go laughing into that dark (k)night!
