Black is the night with a fearsome repore
The darkness spreads with nothing to stop it
A mastermind brain insane to the core
Chaos will spread sporting colors that fit
Laughing and laughing a smile on his face
Lives are his toys but he plays just the same
Crazed is the card that enjoys his embrace
Though wild and haughty he wants no fame
His scars make him happy all eyes can see
People fear his name though silly as it is
Evil is all he knows he can be
Last is the purpose which he knows is his
He wants to die by the hands of one man
Unsatisfied if it’s not the Batman