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A Painted Clown

Thick vials of color, paramount to evil plans-
hours spent gazing at a black canvas
surgical precision, each stroke methodical
to reap the greatest rewards.

Stark white paints sheer evil;
plump red lips, a ghastly show. Eyes turned black
a palette of evil hues. No detail overlooked-
Disguise complete, never paying the toll
to enter our dreams

Perfect villain for centuries gone by.
Children haunted, terrorized into eternity.
Spell cast, never broken. Painted one only whispered about.
Lives spent fleeing his haunting twisted smile.
A grin of satisfaction, painted in perpetuity.

Lurking in dark shadows, always ready
to pounce. I saw him today. Forever chained to his
heart stopping fears. Looking over my shoulder,
scanning faces in the crowds for my master of evil.
Warn the young and naive of his sinister power...

poem by Robin Bennett
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