Klowns, Laughing in the dark,
I tell you a tale, about to embark.
Pick the right door, and you'll be set free,
But pick the wrong door, and there he'll be.
Standing, waiting, for you to stand up in line,
Blood stained claws, sending shivers through your spine.
Smiling, grining, with a maniacal glare,
Baring his fangs, in a firey flare.
With this being said, you will enter a world like no other,
Step inside his mind, but be sure not to smother.
Follow the path, thats been given to lead,
But stray not the course, or be sure to bleed.
Killing creatures, roaming the lands,
Swinging hatchets, by the blood drenched hands.
Stick close, my friends, to leave this place,
For' terrible things, you shall begin to face.
To Be Continued...
Author notes
To Aaron.
From J.
Written August 1st, 2005
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