Circus

Insidious fingers of flickering phantoms Cast in the bloody gold haze of frozen pain, sorrowing. Reveling players reaching past the present memories, moments Cemented in ashes. Merriment mars the perfect surface of poetic sin Flint and steel, stealing life from lungs, suffocating. Iron shadows cast upon the flagstones, grating Perfidious souls. Bone and metal clash as laughter echoes Loud in the empty rooms, the sound of finality. Twisted gnarled chords like chains of death, desolation Chaotic revolutions round the sun. Sharp and shallow, shards of breath Immolation for the amusement of others, Emulation a thing to be detested. Nothingness remains.