The Harlequin's Ruthless Pantomime

            A many colored fool of dark demeanor

            in mischievous pantomime

            wears a twisted mask and

            is the lover of Columbine.

   

            His costume speaks

            of dark perverse slaughter

            and under, a character sick and cruel

            playing out a murder

            in a silent, pitiless, ruthless pantomime.

   

            The soundless performance

            evoked a noiseless hush as I watch

            unwary of the evil that lay inside

            the shadowy mind of the pantomime.

 
            Obscure and indistinct his intentions were
            vague and blurry my mind became
            his purpose and meaning slowly evolved
            behind his murky eyes already insane
            and his baton, used to bash the others at will,
            he nervously hides from me as my eyes
            are drawn to it in a hideous, uncontrollable thrill.

 

            His gloomy and sinister dance seized my feelings

            and tortured me with a disturbing, ominous end.

            I want to flee, and with this have no more dealings

            but his wild dance sensed it and drew to a sudden conclusion

            and his surreal tongue swiftly mesmerizing

            summoned me to stay, and my leaden feet would not move. 

 
            callous, brutal, cold eyes of victory
            glared with an unholy glee through the unwholesome mask
            glancing askance at I, the next mark.
            The castle gate slowly squealed shut
            Helplessly I watched, transfixed in horror
            as the candles in the hall at once went dark.