First attempt at a little more poetic form of writing. Criticisms and reviews are EXTREMELY welcome around here. Enjoy
On his knees
He looks up
Lips parted in a smile only he understands
Laughing hysterically at what the world will never know
shackled to the floor of the place he rules
The madhouse
Guards line the walls, eyeing the Clown Prince
Weapons at the ready
The Executioner enters
"Secure him!" Comes the command
The faceless ones quickly secure Him to the chair
His throne
His throne in the house he rules
The madhouse
"Any last words?" Asks he, preparing the switch
The switch with the power of death
"I bet you say that to all the gents that come through here"
Comes the taunting response
Mockingly comical
He rolls his eyes
What's another execution to him?
Just another death, another number
The Clown tilts his head and laughs at another thought
"What?!" Snaps He
Dead silence for a moment
Then another
"What would you do if miraculously all your men worked for me now?"
He himself laughs at this
It is impossible
Then
The impossible happens
Shots ring out through the clowns domain
Killing who was not supposed to be killed
"Wanna see a magic trick? It's quite a...laughing riot"
A riot in His domain