A laugh sounds and rings the air.
And breaks the glass of tranquil.
The Mayor should leap to his feet.
Or else he'll miss his toes sorely.
Risen from dungeons with no exits.
They've climbed their way, fire escapes.
And now the circus has begun.
Mayor, mayor what shall you play?
You are now in the cage.
The trainer now the lion's pet.
What shall he do when teeth are bared?
And ears closed to sweet scares.
They can think of nothing else.
Not the gold that shields him.
They lick his skin, and dig his flesh.
Nails and teeth, now on the floor.
"What have I done?" He pulls his hair.
"What have I bred?" Now in despair.
"Where did I put their brains now?"
His bones now crumble under their stare.
A contest entry
- dark carnival by Insane killer Klown.
650 points, ended January 8, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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brutal.... thats fucked up.
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this is a good poem it is very much in the parameters of this contest
thank you for entering gl
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I really enjoyed this Ativyen. Amusing it was and dark! Good luck!!!
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