The Circus

Here is a story
That I enjoy to tell
Before the ring of the midnight bell.
This is a story about a circus from hell.
Don’t be afraid my child.
They are not real far all I know.
But this is how the story goes.

The tents are a red crimson,
Topped off with black.
The clowns smile yes,
But the smiles are upside down,
Forming a frown with black lips,
Making them forever sad.
Red tears are painted on their pale, white faces,
Never lettering out a laugh.
In this circus nothing is bright.
Everything is only dark as night.
The cries you hear
Are from children in fear,
Trapped forever in this horrible nightmare…

The horses they ride
Are told to be spawns of the Devil.
Their hide is black at night,
Eyes red like the brightest fire,
Filling little children to the brim with fright.
They say they breathes fire,
Just like the dragons did once.
But that is all I know.

I have been told
About the monsters they have
That hide under your bed.
They have locked them in cages
That hang over your head.
These monsters are demons.
Yes it is true.
But they are only let out if you don’t behave and you too.
But this is only a story
That was told to me now to you.
Now you must understand
These “people” aren’t human.
They say the formed from the air itself.
But that is all I know.

Now I must go.
Let me tuck you in my dear.
Please do not let yourself hear
These horses running up and down the paved street.
Do not let them put you in fear.
Please do not hear
The laugh of the evil but sad clowns by the door
Or
The growl and thumps of the monsters under your bed.
Now child
Just rest your head
And
Wait for the arrival of the Circus,
The sound of the midnight bell
And
My voice saying it was just another story to tell.