(Original Song by Dark Matter)

"Set right up take your seat watch the fool take his bow." I lower my head.

I move my hand down my face.

"Painted face- wicked grace, tell me who's laughing now? Every trick, every spin just a clog in the show." I jump onto a table.

I look around. I pull my coat off.

"Dance for the devil, don't let the cracks show. They cheered when I stumbled. They laughed when I fell. A puppet on strings in the Summer King's Hell. He sold me like trinkets for pennies and pride- so I learned how to smile with a dagger inside." I grip my chest.

I pluck some hair, and I form other Robins. They start dancing the river dance.

"Oh, but the laughter it cuts like a blade. A circus of shadows a life he betrayed. Paint on a grin, let the world see the glow- while the fire inside only longs to explode. I was born for the stage for the cruel masquerade! Where the fools where the crowns and the jesters obey!" I feel my voice shake them.

I walk over to ice boy.

"But a cage beast remembers, (I grip me neck) a scar never fades. So, laugh if you want, I'll be digging your grave." His eyes shown daggers.

I love that feeling. Nyx charges at me. I jump over her. I look down.

"I danced for a prince in a palace of gold. A plaything a doll, in a story retold. He called me enchanting while the Summer King snorted, Goodfellow it's all just a game. Oh! But the laughter it cuts like a blade- it rattles the bone. A symphony of screams of the lone building a throne! A kingdom of cinders, a throne made of lies, and a jester who knows how to sharpen goodbyes. " I wipe my face.

I see tears dropping as all those hated memories of what I had to do comes flooding back to me. Come on Goodfellow, the show must go on. I grip myself. I rip off my jacket.

"I was born for the stage for the cruel masquerade! Where the fools were the crown, and the jesters obey- but a cage beast remembers a scar never fades!" They all draw back.

I glare at Ice-boy.

"Did you think I would stay in this painted parade? The mask is now slipping the curtains unfold. The jokes on you lovers so I never tire! Oh ice-boy, dear ice-boy, do you like what you see? A monster was born in the wreckage of me. You hurt me with cruelty, shaped me and scored- so, bow to the jester, for a king has been born." I crush my hand.

The loot bursts into a thousand petals. 

"What'da think?" I ask.