With painted-on smile, so wide and bright,
He hides the horror, of endless night,
His eyes, like voids, sucking in the light,
Leaving souls lost, in a frightful sight.
His laughter echoes, a chilling sound,
As innocence is dragged to the ground,
The clown's twisted games, a wicked delight,
Leave terror's stain, on the darkest night.
His fingers grasp, with skeletal hold,
A grip that chills, young and old,
The scent of greasepaint, a poisonous treat,
Lures victims in, to his wicked feat.
In carnival shadows, he lurks and creeps,
A monster hidden, in colorful sleep,
His waking rage, a blood-curdling scream,
Echoes through, the darkest dream.
Beware the clown, with painted grin,
For beneath the makeup, evil grins within.
