Gwynplaine

Beware the grinning stalker with the pale, clownish face.
Though first he seems a friend to you, with voice so warm and mild,
There's evilness to fear in him; his smile shows no trace.

Those fools who underestimate his ease-creating grace
Fast find themselves driven to madness, their minds and wits beguiled.
Beware the grinning stalker with the pale, clownish face.

His victims swear his laughter stings the heart with fear, like mace;
How he approaches carefully from the darkness, cackling wild –
There's evilness to fear in him; his smile shows no trace.

They swear that in their terror, as their pulse began to race
That his eyes glimmered like onyx, black and sharp… and then he smiled.
Beware the grinning stalker with the pale, clownish face.

He's an expert at destroying others with their own disgrace –
His dissection of sanity can fast turn man to child.
There's evilness to fear in him; his smile shows no trace.

You can't trust those in Gotham – not in this melancholy place.
He attacks when you are weakened, when your emotions have been riled.
Beware the grinning stalker with the pale, clownish face –
There's evilness to fear in him; his smile shows no trace.