The Clown in the Moonlight
And he sighs,
Peering,
Staring at you with
CrAzYeYeS
From an alley dark
Or a padded cell
… either way,
he LIES
"cOmE,"
He cries,
"sEe WhO yOu ArE InSidE;
I kNoW,
i KnOw!"
And to you he will stride,
All long legs,
Lanky frame and Laughter,
And
Alibis.
A (Ringmaster) in his own right
Of a carnival, a circus from Hell.
He draws you in so easily,
[[[like metal to a magnet]]]
His AbSuRditY
Is …hYpNoTiC…
(!come here I won't hurt you!)
You know he is MaD,
iNsAnE,
But you can't help it.
It's far too late.
(The Ringmaster has you now!)
And like a miner, he carefully uncovers
All your dirty,
NASTY
little
Secrets,
Skillfully using them against you
(the greatest show unearthed)
And soon enough,
You start to
OBEY HIM
And slowly
AGREE
With his lunacy,
And all he ever did was read your eyes
And guess.
(wAs THIS yOuR cArD?)
And towards you he strides,
All long legs, lanky frame,
And Laughter,
His
TwIsTeD sMiLe
A plot to freeze you with
Terror
Terror
Terror
Impossible.
Impractical.
Illogical.
His laughter wildly
(((rings)))
In silent air,
But you can do nothing,
Because
HE'S RIGHT.
He's a GrInNiNg NiGhTmArE,
The
uNrEaL
Made
Horribly
Terribly
Real
.
As soon as you hear him
LaUgHiNg
At your foolhardy terror,
sMiLiNg
Because he has you right
Where
He
Wants
You
{{{trapped}}}
You know.
And he closes in
Ever
So
Slowly,
Pinning you down on the
thin line
Between
Sanity/and/MaDnEsS
(! you cannot scream you cannot run you're his prisoner now!)
And then he
Makes you
CHOOSE
Either let his
LaUgHtEr
Invade you and
SHATTER
Your mind,
Or take his
sMiLe
Over your own
And laughyourself to death.
Join or Die.
Go InSaNe or Perish.
Either way
YOU LOSE
Either way he
haunts you
A ghost of the carnivalesque
And he moves on to the
Next Victim
And the Next
And the Next
And you are nothing
To him.
You are but one of many,
Who, One by One, heard his Call
To follow his wicked, wicked fall.