Come any, come all,
To the Carnival of Horror,
Where popcorn bursts black as night.
Cotton candy weeps a sweet blue requiem,
Where all is gathered and children laugh,
Their sweet, forgotten laughs,
As they rest in the lost and found.

A tent for Lust and Envy,
Games for daring Pride and luck,
Stalls for Gluttony and Greed,
Even bars for Wrath if one dares risk it.
Ah, yes, indeed a place for every act,
Upon a trapeze swinging high and long
Above the Slothful stadium seats--

Sticky with blue tears and blackened souls.
Where music loudly laughs around,
at the deepest night, and blood red moon--
Drifting aimlessly above the purple clouds,
Astride the night of the Carnival--
Where all are welcome, and all may sing,
And dance their nights away.