Red Swamp Bottom
There is a place,
A place where the stones are black and the water is red
Where all sound ceases to cry,
And descend into grotesque pain gone awry.
Her hand that ended those who once heard her cries and held her close,
Raising to take her own before reaching out blindly
Her hand had found the Ring Masters cape, the one who had stolen her from her home so cruelly
The one who deformed the innocent children and formed the Dark Woods Circus where they are tortured and mutilated on stage truly
She held on with a triumphant smile,
Without a care in the world
For who could care less when she had finally freed her friends from this pain and horror?
Clutching onto him tightly she grinned,
Her eyes seeming to dance with a light that had once been forgotten
Before they had both descended into the eternal pain that was the bottom of the Red Swamp