Hello all!
I have a new oneshot for you all, also Halloween themed:D This one is definitely a different style of writing then usual, but I really hope you all enjoy!
Cirque d'illusion
Beware
Oh watch out for the Cirque d'illusion, bringing promises of fun and cheer.
A tent of revelry as visitors laugh and watch in awe of death defying dances
Any who walk into that tent will delight in what they see
Please stay to the surface, don't try to lift the mask of Cirque d'illusion
The
Cover your ears to the pleas for help, close your eyes to the broken gazes
Don't stray from the path to see the truth, don't uncover the secrets hidden away
Trust the honeyed lies of the circus master, obey Ahriman's warning to stay to the light
Flee the tent as the final curtain falls, do not lift it to see what lies beyond
Circus
Yet you step beyond anyway, peering into the gloom when the ringmaster has turned away
Venturing towards the practice caravans behind, listen to the wailing cries
Ignoring the warnings you were given, step by step straying further from the light
Finally you reach the first of the wagons, and you hold your breath before looking in.
Of
First is the live doll they called Iya, so graceful as she spins and twirls
Shimmering blue hair fanned our around her, contrasting pain that wreaths her gentle features
Her feet follow precise movements, bringing attention to worn slippers and bloodies toes
This dance her curse, as she performs a never ending show
Illusions
A gasp of shock as you back away
The mask of the circus is beginning to fade
On you continue, driven to see what truly lies beneath
Then to your left you hear a cry, turning aside to where the shadows hide
For
A massive cage sits aside, the figure of the animal trainer called Lars illuminated by a sliver of moonlight
A bloodied whip is left lying in the dust as with sobbed sorries he drops to his knees
You look beyond, awaiting the animals yet instead you see bloodied backs of humans
Once Rhen the wolf and Dameon the proud lion, now a young couple broken as they cling in turn to the bringer of their pain
If
Quickly and quietly you flee from the cage
Unable to comprehend what your eyes have seen
So you turn to the next caravan with dread in your gaze
Looking in the painted wagon of scarlet, black and blue
You
Once on the stage the acrobat named Mel had flipped and leapt, performing as if her limbs were guided by another
Above on a balcony had stood a man called Gyendal, smiles to the crowd as he pretended to guid invisible strings
But now she lay tangled in strings, ropes red to hide the stain as they cut into skin
Cradled in the arms of the puppet master bound in shackles, head bowed to hide his rage
Step
A sickened feeling fills you
Seeing the horror behind the curtain
Yet still deeper you go, unable to turn away
Drawn this time by the haunting song of the snake charmer
Behind
A woman sits crosslegged on the ground, one who had commanded the snakes with song
They had called her Elini the snake charmer, yet here she sat in trance as the snakes whispered in her ears
She swayed to music haunting and clear as tables were turned and she became the one who served
A charmer who was charmed, her mind not her own any longer
The
You spin away from the snakes
And find yourself looking at the trapeze tent
An act is performing their practice
You are the only one privy to the private showing
Curtains
Dressed in shining costumes with gauzy wings, the two trapeze artists flip from swing to swing
A young woman known as Stella arcs through the air but with a cry misses the outstretched hands and falls to the ground below her
Her partner Edward drops to her side next to her only bent leg, listening as she sobs they must go on
So with pained screams she stands, and they perform once again
You
The Cirque d'illusion is not a place of laughter and cheer
It is a place of blood, darkness and fear
You go to flee, but it is too late
As you turn to see the ringmaster cut off your escape
Will
The juggler steps forward, the pretty painted girl whom they called Lydia
In the ring she had juggled brightly coloured balls, but now you could see the truth
Soul orbs, the true prisons for the members of the Cirque d'illusion
However now there was another one, an empty one just for you
Never Be Able To Leave.
The next night the lights came down as the circus began anew
Applause and excitement as dancers, acrobats and animal acts took the stage
But tonight there was an act new, the tightrope that had been untouched before
A lone figure with a bright smile painted on a pale face as you step forward with the swell of the music
It is time for the final act of the night
And your first act in your Circus of Illusion eternity
Beware the Circus of Illusion for if You Step Behind the Curtain You Will Never Be Able to Leave.