The Joker's ever-changing personality,
A chameleon of mad and mirth in reality.
He shifts his colors like a jester's garments,
His mind a swirling, unpredictable torment.
He switches from cruel to comical,
A theatrical master of the diabolical.
And yet, behind the painted face he wears,
A psyche fractures without repair.
Each incarnation of Joker brings a new fright,
A dual personality come to light.
One moment he's a clown with a heart of gold,
The next, a devil who'll leave you cold.
But as much as he may change his skin,
His spirit is a thing within.
A chaos-creator, gleeful in his destruction,
A monster reveling in his darkest lustful seduction.
So beware the Joker's ever-changing guise,
His madness it never nullifies.
We'll never truly know which face he'll don,
Or where his reign of terror will take us when gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem