Harlequin's Metrical Compostion

The World is grim,

My World was too slim,

Anger is a must,

But there is no trust.

My power is minimal,

Is there a point to be formal,

I am the Demon’s Fool,

And my power is a major tool.

The power I have is pure chaos,

I would have created my ethos,

I laugh in the pain of others,

No man shall be as proud as my brothers.

I seek the end of all,

But also the downfall,

Destruction shall be my key,

To the mind it shall plea.

All I see is joy,

And no I’m not being coy,

Every other human is miserable,

Life to them is too damn brutal.

Happiness to Love,

Disgusts me like a broken dove,

How do I even live this life,

Words may cut you like a knife.

Where do those things come from,

Nothing was ever calm,

Where do they go,

Like the wind they blow.

Pain is my pleasure,

To death I’m its dancer,

Misery consumes Man,

Death shall be at hand.

I laugh with cruelty,

The joy I seek is beyond beauty,

The Night is bliss,

All shall be on Death’s List.

With the curse that God put upon me,

I know what I truly see,

My terror has begun,

None shall be a burden.

My power is limitless,

Fools shall suffer my prowess,

I am Death’s Harlequin,

All of you will be chosen.

Finally I rip all of you out,

Now your spirits are up and about,

If you all wish to stay within dismay,

You all will obey!

For I am your God and this is your end!