Masked enigma.
Villain or foe.
Personality like a Deus ex machina,
Yet the crowd cheers for more.

Human turned into tin.
Who knew popularity could be so grim?
Longing years to be here now,
But as they say heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Regrets linger.
Things left unsaid.
Grabbing a device with his fingers.
Pop goes the weasel along with the trigger.