Talent UncleSwindle

Carnibal

"Step right up, step right up, to the feeble lump of a son-of-a-gun, a chained extravaganza preformed by a beast on the run. Come one come all past the mirrored hall, Behind the woman w/ a stench of gravy, who in a fit of gluttony ate her own baby. Across the man with the world in his hand. Who owned his wife's fate, in attempt to placate the lies she sung by cutting out her tongue. Pay your token at the booth, to the smiling lady w/ one snaggle-tooth." The Traveling Companions of Dross and Slime wish to invite you on a ride. "Don't mind the moaning, the bellyaching or droning, day and night, night and day how it hounds me to say. The sleep I loose from this creature is taking its toll on my chiseled features. I sweat, I slave, with no expectation of being repaid... but I am not who you care of today. You came to stare at the beast, gawk at him where he lay. Fallow me down the tunnel with all your hopes and fears come come, dragging those children, wet behind the ears." Down they ventured in a bleak green knight. The carny and flock through it's chamber of rock, along with four little sneakers running with delight. With stick in hand, each boy ran, down the narrow passageway. They scampered in front, with a push and a grunt, tripping on each other's pant leg. 1...2...3...4 each boy trembling a little more. With their hearts in their mouths they rushed for the kill, with little thought of what horror IT would instill. But behind the pack of fat chewing-babble, ohh so proud, stood a quite girl amidst the crowd. Bound in emerald, ribbons and silk, (with no use for dispute) Proper and petite, stood Ember Way... a mute. Each bow laced with the utmost of poise. Her genteel presence separated Ember from all other girls and boys. But beyond each flawless curl, glowing red, stood a child with so much to say but nothing to be said. so as usual, she did what was done best and continued to follow her mother w/out protest... ~to be continued~