Showcase of the Sentimentalist - Part One

Let us discuss the circus alive in the theater of your conflicts, the Master of Ceremonies cremates caution in the center of curiosity's conciet where birds bleed songs of azure agony, madness remembers the melody of a midnight march to a shrine built from bricks baste with war sweat and stress as Death sits solemnly thumping it's cranial cudgel methodically atop drums taut with elephant hide, a child approaches through the Hippodrome's east chamber juggling three radiant orbs, omni, omega, ovation, the audience of thousands uproars unanimously when Hate, Love & Fate manifest as beasts of the best brutality encircling the child with a primordial hunger in their bellies, their handlers cocky and competitive, controls the animals with elements such as air, fire & water, one by one they rush the child with violent intent, in their hearts victim & victory are synonomous, the tiger repelled by the fire of the child's imagination, the bear repulsed from the whistle of his innocence, and the lepoard refrains from the current of his youth, in the balcony, Venus and Mars applaud proudly for sagacious survival, acrobats appear, the grey one Fatigue, the green one is Resolve, despite loathing each other they must be team or die from the heights, gasps from a crowd caught in a conspiracy of soul piracy as self destruction stands cackling on the arena floor with his anger crackling red, attempting to whip the hands of the acrobats with a dragon's tail encrusted with the crushed vertebrae of cowardice, he strikes their wrists but they secure the dizzing stunt in defiance, cheers collide with the chimera of acrobats transformed into an eagle's scream while the Master of Ceremonies welcomes the women of warhorse wishes, J.A.B.