Circus but Different...

The Dark Carnival.

In the Sideshow where shadows dance,
Underneath the crimson tent,
Specters spin and spirits lance,
A carnival of lament.Marionettes on strings of night,
Twist and turn in eerie light,
Glimmers from the fire’s gleam,
Pierce the heart of every dream.Whispers rise from ghostly clowns,
Grinning wide with painted frowns,
Acrobats on threads of fear,
Soar above the silent cheer.A ringmaster of dark delight,
Commands the phantoms of the night,
In the Sideshow, shadows play,
Where sideshow dances until the day.

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