Welcome to the circus!

If you like twisty humour and a little metaphor then it is for you because life itself is a circus and we are the audience

"Silence!" The ringmaster yells

He takes out his toy gun and charges straight.

The tiger knows no wonder

Jumps out of its cage.

"Ladies and gentlemen here the show begins" again he yells,

Gigantic rings wrapped in fire

Like a portal to nether the tiger jumps

Many at once without a flicker on its fur,

A round of applause for the tiger in its stunts.

The air becomes still---here is the rope lady

The next round begins with a rope and a hope,

The lady in blindfold 

Floating in the air, balancing yin and yang

From start to end, end to start,

A loud round of applause for a amusing stunt.

Next comes the stage---a Dracula's bed!

A skilled soldier and a prisoner in the count's lair,

The soldier rears his brave sword into the air

Swoosh! ---the sword goes to and fro into the covers

Yet the prisoner comes out free and unbothered

Yet not a single mark of the gigantic sword

On the wood nor the wool,

A round of applause for the blind feat!

Mirror Mirror on the stage! Tell me who's living who's dead!

Here comes the grand mirror---a replica of the audience!

The soldier takes the traitor's dagger

The prisoner now the king,

The great king mounts on his royal wheel behind the audience 

And the loyal general marks his aim, for the mirror in alignment.

He throws his dagger---right through the mirror

The glass shatters a bit, no cracks visible

And when he turns the wheel, you see the king

Sweaty as he is, the dagger next to his chin!

He turns the wheel again, aims another again,

Another crack everyone hears;

When he turns the wheel, the dagger peeks through the king's heart

Macbeth takes the crown, dyed in Duncan's blood---Oh what a traitor!

Suspense fills the air, no one knows whether its real or fair

Yet another round of applause for the exceptional act!

Now comes the jester and the jester

Taking the mirrored wheel out, the king still hanging.

Here comes another---a lady on fire!

What an exceptional performance she shows round the poles!

With a fire like apparel wrapped around her as she holds the rope,

Twirling, twisting and bending like a gymnast on the leash!

Now horror strikes the audience---they try to leave

As the jester in white takes off his white face, a ugly one underneath

Now the game begins!

"You have paid for it so till the end must you see" says the ringmaster,

From a seat rises a man, the jester in black held his hand 

He leads him into the stage with brimming charm and grace,

"There's our volunteer, monsieur john!" The ringmaster says,

The jester in black shoves him in a box dark as red

He rotates it hard, chanting "replace this soul with a mannequin mane!"

Then the box stops, a mannequin springs out dressed as the man,

But the box, smaller than before is drenched in blood

"Where's the man?"---everyone's amazed, the little detail out of their sight.

The box rotates again, stops again, here emerges the man

Quieter than before, he returns to his seat like a mannequin, replaced

"Is this the same man do we see?" Asks a dame

"The fate you will share if you dare speak" the jester says

Author's Note

Yes i made a little reference to shakespeare here. Also the poem took me longer than expected and i originally intended it to be much smaller but now here we are. I tried to cut some things out to make it smaller but i liked every line here and personally i think they make the poem more satire, rhythmic and detailed. Anyways thank you for patiently reading till the end.. it's so long.