Poem - le cirque d'amour
le cirque d'amour
the spotlight burns
searing, melting away the darkness
two thousand eyes follow its gaze
a thousand mouths gape
at the marvelous center ring
in the close tent
the show is put on again
the sad souls dance their dances
others shuffle in, dropping their fare
and the show begins once more
the gawking crowd
tries to take it all in
the sights, the sounds
the smells, and the tastes
every moment a new experience
up high, higher even
the family troupe flies
twists, turns, catches and flings
chancing their lives to entertain
those who know no life
the horses gallop
round and round and round
the man on one horse
then two, then none
he lands to the golden applause
another enters the cage
where the lions wait
jump through my hoop
or feel my leather
their glazen eyes submit
the strong man
a stupid beast at heart
shows the mob his strength
bends his bars
and welds their gaze
the pretty girl dances
a blur of color and motion
such grace, such beauty
she is watched by all
but most by the harlequin
his mild eyes watch
through his mask
expertly painted by its master
to give no hint of the tears
that well beneath
his dancer, his love
twirling, movement sublime
time stops for him
standing in the dark
watching through his façade
breath escape him
his heart pounds
the world fades to nothing
replaced with the color of her
he falls in love yet more
after the dance, after the show
the faces stand and leave
another night, another death
the harlequin dies inside
as the brute sweeps his love from her feet
the lights are put out once more
the acts slumber softly
as they have done countless times
all but one
the harleqin slumbers not
his heart aches
his brain burns
so many times he's watched
his nightmare come true
each night brings the same
in the morn
the camp rises, prepares
another night, another show
much must be done
to entertain the dead once more
in his tent
they found him last
a rope about his neck
the mask smashed upon the ground
his feet dancing a slow dance
-K'Har-El
the spotlight burns
searing, melting away the darkness
two thousand eyes follow its gaze
a thousand mouths gape
at the marvelous center ring
in the close tent
the show is put on again
the sad souls dance their dances
others shuffle in, dropping their fare
and the show begins once more
the gawking crowd
tries to take it all in
the sights, the sounds
the smells, and the tastes
every moment a new experience
up high, higher even
the family troupe flies
twists, turns, catches and flings
chancing their lives to entertain
those who know no life
the horses gallop
round and round and round
the man on one horse
then two, then none
he lands to the golden applause
another enters the cage
where the lions wait
jump through my hoop
or feel my leather
their glazen eyes submit
the strong man
a stupid beast at heart
shows the mob his strength
bends his bars
and welds their gaze
the pretty girl dances
a blur of color and motion
such grace, such beauty
she is watched by all
but most by the harlequin
his mild eyes watch
through his mask
expertly painted by its master
to give no hint of the tears
that well beneath
his dancer, his love
twirling, movement sublime
time stops for him
standing in the dark
watching through his façade
breath escape him
his heart pounds
the world fades to nothing
replaced with the color of her
he falls in love yet more
after the dance, after the show
the faces stand and leave
another night, another death
the harlequin dies inside
as the brute sweeps his love from her feet
the lights are put out once more
the acts slumber softly
as they have done countless times
all but one
the harleqin slumbers not
his heart aches
his brain burns
so many times he's watched
his nightmare come true
each night brings the same
in the morn
the camp rises, prepares
another night, another show
much must be done
to entertain the dead once more
in his tent
they found him last
a rope about his neck
the mask smashed upon the ground
his feet dancing a slow dance
-K'Har-El