Write me a pome about Norman Osborn's journey as the Green Goblin
In the shadows of the city's night,
A man consumed by rage and spite.
Norman Osborn, a man of power,
Whose heart grew dark by the hour.
A twisted mind, a thirst for might,
He donned a mask, his heart full of fright.
The Green Goblin, his alter ego,
A villain born from his ego.
With pumpkin bombs and glider in hand,
He terrorized the city, a wicked man.
Intent on bringing chaos and fear,
To those who dared to be near.
But underneath the monstrous facade,
Lay a man broken and flawed.
Haunted by his own demons and strife,
A tormented soul trapped in his own life.
Though he fell to his own demise,
The Green Goblin's legacy still flies.
A cautionary tale of power and greed,
A reminder to all of what evil deeds can breed.
So let us learn from Norman's fate,
And avoid the path of hate.
For in the end, it is love that prevails,
And goodness that never fails.