Kelly Poem by Kartik Saraf

Cannot feel the overwhelming pain
Cannot feel it at all
She loves her friend and holds her dear
Unable to comprehend
The Joker's intentions and terrible sins
That plague the dark wanderer
A man known only for the skin on his back
And the familiar clothes on his body

A mischievious look on her face
A smile that dazzles all
She dances across the nightengale floor
With majesty and grace
But as her feet pass by the wanderer
It makes no goddamn sense
Why she remains oblivious
To the darkness in his heart

So, great Kelly, the friend of the joker
Hear that forlorn cry
Sinned and whipped, you have not
But you are no less poor
The ones who do nothing to help
Are the truly evil ones
The one with the power to stop the plague
Yet did you help, o dear, sweet Kelly?