Step right up, all you children
to the carousel of souls
where light, it will unravel
and the horrors will unfold
Come ride upon the demon steed with deadly chilling eyes
feel your life force drain away
for all who ride here die
hear the haunting music that heralds your demise
heed the chill of thick black fog
and the banshee's piercing cry
The shadows draw you closer
with fingers cracked and broken
the cold pierces right through you
not a single word is spoken
your soul is taken 'gainst your will
on a hell-bound horror ride
in a circle of that's eternal
on the carousel you'll ride
so step up, all you children
hearken to its spell do not ignore the siren song
of the deadly carousel








Devious Comments
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Allison Dawn
it has nice images and i can really relate it to your artwork also, which is really cool.
its like i read it and i can see the carousel in purple and black and red...
Yay a second poem going straight to my favorites.
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I have a penis~ Therefore I am evil.
heh sorry
I love it.
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