Bring In The Clowns

In a child's dream, where shadows play,
Malevolent clowns in masks hold sway.
Grotesque jesters, eerie and profound,
Paint nightmares on innocence, all around.

Unseen forces sculpt disturbing scenes,
Phantoms of fears, like haunting fiends.
Dancing in the corners of slumber's keep,
They etch scars on dreams, dark and deep.

Realm Of The Dark

In the quiet of night, a diminutive soul trembles,
Alone in the abyss, where trepidation assembles.
Silhouettes grotesque, pirouette in the murk,
Whispers of dread fabricate a disconcerting dirge.

Tiny echoes of footfalls, a bloody ballet,
Imperceptible demons, in the shadows, sway.
The galloping heart, a cadence of disquiet,
As ghastly shadows sidle close, causing a riot.

Nocturnal saga of fears unfurls,
A minuscule narrative, within shadows twirls.
In the stillness, where nightmares embark,
A solitary, fearful child, in the realm of the dark.

My King-

In summer's heat with time to spare,

She found a King with tales to share.

Masterful and powerful, his words unfold,

Monsters real, in stories bold.

Dark and dangerous, mysterious realms,

Pages turn, like enchanted helms.

Weary of clowns, a fear takes hold,

Yet love for the King, a tale unfolds.

Other worlds discovered, truth in disguise,

Fiction's the truth within the lies.

Through endless nights, terror's might,

His presence lingers, a comforting light.

The devil's voice, sweet to hear,

Her King she will worship, but not live in fear.

For in his stories, a love so true,

With the King, her heart shall renew.

Just a few of my tattoos in tribute to my Lord Stephen King