Looking not at the mirror but through it
Finding a way to stay and not use it
Ghastly illusions do nothing but invade my senses
Thinking I will bow to those horrible excuses for instance
Dressing me as red nose will not delude them
This is a house of mirrors and not a blue inn
We serve frosted heartcakes and well grilled genitals
We have a protein shake made of kidney sentinels
The eyeball dumplings are amazing
Hope I'm not scaring you too much or driving you crazy
We made hoverboards from the humerus
Though they really didn't find it that humorous
Used a grown up's femur to play hockey
Though the balls weren't that soggy
The queen of hearts came to claim her share
But even the mad hatter wouldn't dare
Screaming their pain was a banshee
Her sisters immune to her loud shrieks
The fey danced around her in tandem
Spinning tales of wonderful items
Time came and handed them the Wild Hunt
Till the hellhound arrived and got them all burnt
At the end of the show was a broadway
Though Cairn ended up little more than ground sausage
Amarantha should have paid for her misdeeds
A quick death was in my opinion too much mercy
Though I am not done ranting
I will concede on this point I'm dragging
So I will close chapter with long sought advice
If you've got a kill streak dm me
We can blow up their guts
George Kelly
You gave me an overview of a circus in one poem. I enjoy the read though the starting do sound a bit scary but mostly gross. I hope the real food served are edible or perhaps it is just a decoration?