AN: erm, I know I should be working on LBYL(especially leaving you with such a short chapter), but this randomly popped into my head. I love poetry, but my poems are usually written in the span of 5 minutes and are rushed. So please forgive me if this seems poorly written.
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The little clown
White fluffy snowflakes flicker in the air
Soft and cold, deadly and fair
Across the stage the little clown glides
His broken face hidden from sight
A silver mask, shielding his tears
A while fluttering cloak, sheltering his fear
He must put on the show, and a smile must be there
Across the black and desolate sky
A blood red moon hanging high
Staring down on the little clown
As he walks without a frown
The only human for miles around
He continues onward, without a sound
But the moon knows, his mask is cracking
Scraggly trees, crooked and clawed
Watch the clown with all his flaws
Watch the shadows pulling him back
Only to have him break through with a snap
His dwindling determination trying to thrive
With every step it seems to cry
Even the trees can't help but wonder why
He's getting closer, despite being blind
To the future ahead, so he can find
The answers he so badly needs
To keep him going, to let him breathe
But the little clown cannot see
The strings of fate that guide his feet
Everyone else can see it, why can't he?
A frozen lake, untouched by the snow
In the pale moonlight, it seems to glow
The clown peers in where the ice has cracked
A distorted reflection, slyly smiling back
It drags him in, he doesn't struggle or shout
And just like that, his flame is snuffed out
Why must fate be so cruel
and when the clown wakes up from his dream
Glad that no one heard his screams
He quickly wipes the tears from his cheeks
And puts on a smile that doesn't seem so bleak
His laughter seems hollow, his eyes unfocused
Maybe if he tried harder, no one will notice
And no one will know, he is dying inside
For a clown, the show must keep going
There are there to please, to keep hope flowing
They must wear their happy smiles to the end
So long that it starts to blend
For this little clown, it is already too late
His smile has melded, worn down by fate
And yet he does not stop, he keeps walking