The Black Circus - Manticora

I saw the fluttering worn-out flags in the wind, torn by weather and time,\nbelonging to the travelling circus situated on a hill in the countryside.\nIt is calling to me with a silent chime.\nThe circus is simple in its construction, without a trace of silver and gold.\nIt is covered in dark silk and ivory, but it’s awful, yet awesome to behold.\nI was bewitched by its magic as are the crowds that attend…\nIt is a beautiful sight…\nSomething urged me forward through the gates…\nThose gates that seemed to swallow me…\nA promise of horror through a ride so wild.\nThe black circus made my sanity flow like a poisonous river, leaving a trail of\ndespair, but it also seems to drag the weakest of souls into its treacherous\nlair.\nEverything I saw and everything I heard I cannot remember, but I shall always\nfear.\nI sense a kind of underlying madness in the thrill of the fair.\nIn all its majesty, it stands so perfectly.\nReaching from the ground to the sky, from the worm to the crow flying high.\nIt is the perfect illusion and the ultimate intrusion.\nI almost feel like I’m caught in a web like a fly, I feel so happy that I could\ndie and not give a thought about it…