A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show
Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow
The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme
Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime
Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark
Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park
At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest
She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest
She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings
I will make her mine, sharing damaged things
I will be her riddle, she will help me grin
So why does she run away, she has to let me in
No one loves the clown, not even the midget
We’ve gone too far, she will know my secret
Love can break the hardest mask, I know this to be true
Nightmares have hearts too, I only needed you
Long before I saw the cover for Ashleigh Gianoccaro’s newest book, Cirque, I read the passage above and I was hooked from the very first line!
Well, today I got to see the cover for this dark, dirty book and I can’t wait to read it. I mean, just look at it!
Ah! It’s so beautiful, and dark, and intriguing! I am going over to Goodreads to add Cirque to my TBR pile right now.