Cirque de Sin (1st mistake: Entering)

Creepys and crawlies that scale the tents anew.

The painted faces that watch from the rings point of view

The eyes that watch, the shadows that move,

The hands that reached for yours,

Don’t move.

Light that frightens, light that protects

Find the keeper, the key that rejects

The sins that kill the sins that steals

The puppets that call the demons to kneel

The circus is in town; do not waste your breath

It creates your new character depth

Do not be afraid, it’s time to go.

Come and join the festivities and enjoy the show.

 

1st mistake: Entering

The day had ended and dusts red glow was dampening.

Across town in a large valley opening

Lay a familiar type of tent and the music of fun.

The circus was in town but not just any cirque of one,

This cirque is a place of horrors and freaks.

Horrors that would make any grown man feel the shrieks.

A man waited at the front gate

Twitching and pondering why his date was so late.

His hand in his pocket,

Titling with a locket

That had with it his future,

it went against all his nature.
 
Who would have thought, a simple ring would make him so worried.

  “Carl!” there she was, tripping as she hurried.

Though her outfit was lame

Tatter jeans and a t-shirt that read Loas Layn,

Her beauty and charm rose from that hobble of clothes

Her shoes where two different type. She did not mean to oppose.

She wrapped her arm around his and off they went.

They saw the strangest of things; two headed poodle, a man whose back strangely bent

Far beyond that which was natural, a bearded lady, a massive bird in a cage,

Carol gestured for food, but she did not want to engage.

A tall man offered a flyer, “do not leave yet, you have only seen

The side attractions, the pity, and the lame. Go to the tent and you will not want to leave.”

The man walked away and the two stared in wonder.

“Why do I feel like someone will steal our money, our plunder?”

“Come on. This will be fun.” Coral pulled her to the red and purple canape.

He wanted to go, he wanted to hurry

For he made sure before hand that his question will be remembered.

He had gone that morning before and as talked to the owner if it was alright

To propose to his girlfriend. Oh she would be in such delight.

The ring master scowled and looked away

His short body and his French accent took carol too much dismay.

“I will think about it, but no promises. How much will you pay?”

The image of the French midget and his greedy eyes

Made his stomach curl, his future wife looked to him in surprise.

He waved her off and they entered the tent

Not knowing the eyes that watched with a different intent.

From the shadows two eyes leered

As the girl turned, the feeling disappeared.

They went to their seat, center middle row

There were not many that were attending the show.

In a short time the lights they did dim

The short French man wattled out and shouted, “Let the show begin.

Though I must warn you,” the midget went on.

“this show is not for the faint hearted the old or the young.

Those that wish to not be mortified should leave.”

He waited and checked under his sleeve.

“Very well. He said after ten seconds

he turned to the center and opened his arms and beckoned

The first act walked out, a man pulling a rope that was tied to something heavy

He pulled and moved and to everyone surprise

He was pulling and elephant’s skeleton but it still had its eyes.

He pulled it to center stage then let out a deep breath.

Everyone clapped and cheered for bringing the animal that seeped of death.

The girl grasped Carol and asked under her breath,

“Did that things eyes just twitch?”

“don’t be silly, the thing is obviously dead”

“that was nothing special,

 just wait till the real spectacle.

May I introduce a woman of many shapes, she will warp and twist the bust,

And I am not just talking about your minds. I introduce, Lust.”

The woman that entered was in not in any way attractive

With all that weight, she should be a little more active.

The stretched dress that she wore was a faded scarlet.

Ripped up the seams as if it were trying to breathe through a corset,

That was not the strangest thing yet,

She was carrying what looks like a refrigerator on her back.

She placed the heap down and moved to the skeleton’s slack

Her mouth opened and her insides came out

They expanded and corroded like a water spout

 it turned grey and floated over skeleton’s form.

Than all at once it came to life and began to squirm.

The two gaped, pondered and leered,

The cheering became louder as more people appeared.

The newly revived elephant stood and walked about.

In circles as the crowd and the ring master began to count.

“One, and two and three and hoovered”

Lust appeared again from the circus quiet unclothed.

Her back to the crowd, thank god for that.

No one wanted to see what she had, that cat.

As she left two clowns appeared dressed in colorless and heaved

One-pieces dotted in white and overalls that held shirts so long sleeved.

Their faces covered with masks so white and empty

Imagining their expression made her feel shifty.

Dancing and prancing all around the ring

At the end they bowed, twisting their fingers as if their smiling.

Suddenly it got dark as the lights went out

Echoed a scream a frightening shout.

On her lamp landed something heavy and wet.

She looked to her boyfriend but their eye could not be met.

She calls for him but there was no respond.

 She reached into her purse for her lighter and her “Extra eyes as she said.”

“but through the light laying on her lap was her boyfriend’s head.

Too shocked and frightened to scream she cowered

But behind her was a noise of something spattered.

A whitened ghoul crawled over the chairs, its head snapped side to side.

There were more around; hundreds, there was nowhere to hide.

Then as they reached, she fell through the floor

She hit the ground hard, she was shaken to the core.

Around her was a series of mirrors stacked one on the other.

But in the reflection was a child small alone with no father or mother.

It took her a while and many series of strange gestures,

the childs heads her own and filled covered with frightened tears.

In the mirrors she saw a pink box with a bow of turquoise.

Inside was a dress that seemed to be her size.

She stared at it and puts it on over her large clothes.

“it would look better  without that.” A voice said under the shadows.

“You really don’t have any taste in style poor thing”

He walked out into the light his head almost hit the ceiling.

He was slinder and wearing all black, a white mask and gloves and a floating top hat.

“What just happened? Are you going to kill me? Who are you?” she asked as she sat back.

“Oh how rude of me. I am the keeper

The knowledge and the seeker.

Find what you may, keep what you want,  but my secrets are deeper.

 Enjoy my circus as best you can and all

Keep a light going, stay in the light in the hall

Find your place here, keep truth in your voice.

Do this or perhaps not, it’s your choice.”

“What if I don’t? What if I lie?”

He twisted his fingers as if to smile. “you will die.

Tootaloooo ado ado.

I will see you as I see all things a new.”

She struggled to get up, to stand, and walk.

She found it strange her new voice, the high pitched squawk.

She opened the door into the long hallway.

“Oh one last thing-“the keepers voice echoed

“in each room a test will be showed.

An embodiment of sin you are to overcome on your own.

If you cannot, and I say this quite loosely

You’ll never again see your ooogy smoochly.”

“he is alive?” She called out tears still on her face

“As alive as one could ever be in this place.”

Her moral was fixed, she had a new objective.

She walked down the hall with a more courageous perceptive

The halls were fill with bits and bobs

Things that would only be found in circus jobs

There were popcorn popper, plushies of pandas and bunnies

Juggler pins and balls, outfits for all of the circus workers

One thing caught her eye under a light that flinched

She hand never seen one before, it made her body twitch.

A psychic reader machine, the gypsy and all

The cards were laid out before her glass ball

The eyes moved up. The girl screamed and moved back

The plasctic woman rolled her eyes,” look its another toy for his stack.”

Which one will you be I wonder?

Not fatty, or the slim, not the freak or the other.”

The girl walked up to the glass and looked with eyes wide and gleaming

“either way I have to tell…you… how … how this works-what are you doing?”

“sorry.” The girl backed up and listened to the woman as she moved her hands over her glass ball.

There are eight doors down this hall.

“one for each sin I know.”

“did you know that they cower when light is what you show?”

“Light?” the girl asked and from the gypsy drop box a red candle fell.

“Always stay in the light; it hurts them as far as I can tell.”

“Thank you.” The girl said and started to walk away.

“My sister will be at each entrance and tell and help you in their own way.”

The girl just smiled and turned and found a mirror

She was able to look at herself more clearer.

In the body of a six year old, fancy Victorian dress and her hair in a bow.

She looked to her future and the creatures she would face below.



Sorry for my bs rhymes and the longness if this chapter.