Sunday, 18 October 2015

The Conductor- Character and Voice poem

Welcome one!
Welcome all!
Welcome to the carnival!

We have gone to such great measures-
to bring you some grotesque treasures
Now, let me introduce our acts,
and venture into the abstract

Witness the man soaked head to toe-
in ink! Fearsome! Don’t you think so?
At night, sleep brings him no reprieve
his skin torments him in his grief.

Now watch the girls that dance and glide-
their hearts are black and cold inside-
those sweet smiles are malicious grins,
pale, tender bodies soaked in sin

Those queer boys, freakish in part-
but their sweet voices steal your heart.
Now here comes our clockwork princess
stiffly smiles in her tattered tress-

Snake-skinn’d women, child with no eyes
all hide an unpleasant surprise-
the hair is rising on your neck?
we’ve still to introduce it yet-

Now. May I have a volunteer?
What about this young lady here-
Come on up! Please don’t be shy-
don’t allow this to pass you by.

In this mirror, what do you see?
You can see you, you can see me-
behind your head- a shadow grows!
Clouding the mirror, nothing shows…

Ladies and gents- don’t be alarmed-
I vow you will come to no harm-
watch this shadow turn fair to foul-
as the clock strikes the twilight hour.

The shadow falls- all is revealed!
Monstrosities are unconcealed!
Do you not see the girl within?
Who lies entrapped in withered skin,

Oh flee! Oh flee! And scream and cry!
Now bid the carnival goodbye-
what’s this? My girl- you’ve stay’d behind?
The world is no longer as kind?

Child, they do not deserve your tears-
we relish preying on their fears-
So why not join us troubadours?
we mystify cursed eyesores.

Now dusk draws on, day fades to night-
Disguising our hideous plights,
distorted faces, rotten breath.
Carnival of Monsters and Death.

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