Literature
Horror Circus
The lands are doomed, the rot will start,
It will infect most every heart.
The sky is dark the tree's are dead,
The dirt is grey on earthy bed.
Where shall we go, while life is priced?
A test of fate, a roll of dice?
To a place where odd is right,
To see the wondrous pain delight.
The canvas tent, the flag in air,
Although you may receive a scare.
A cracking whip, a roaring crowd,
A tightrope walker looking proud.
A flash of fur a swipe of claws,
Hardly heard over applause.
A dash of silver swipes through the air,
As all the captive victims stare.
A harmless clown is what you see,
He'll kindly take your soul with glee.
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