Gotham

Red Crime falls on eyes.

Taking matter with vigilante cries.

 

Human carnage splatters walls.

In this town putrid crawls.

 

Chambered away lunacy shrills.

Torture sinners, secrets spills.

 

Masks still running wild.

Victimized bodies highly piled.

 

Gun powder dusts the sky.

Down the town crumbles from lack of rely.

Author's Note

This is what happens when your mind wonders

Reviews

[TheElfPrincess]

I love this poem. Quite creepy but very good. Well done.

[OT]

this is a great poem, very powerful imagery and contrasts, the first line in particular! nice!!

[Hello, Goodbye]

good wandering notions.. I would love see what happens if you actually remain in focus.. great stuff, I love the dark content..