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.