Autumn .. It's that time of year again.
Time for harvest, The gathering of goblins and Fall festivals.
Bobbing for apples as trick or treaters fill the streets.
Autumn ... The memories it brings.
Childhood memories and candy filled dreams.
Time for haunted houses and things that go bump in the night.
Autumn ... Such a beautiful season.
The Season of festivity, Time to reap the benefits of our labor.
As the Autumn Moon rises marking the end of another Summer.
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Autumn ... It's time for The Festival of Frights.
$ Admission is always Free $ 
But, the price to Exit ... might cost you your life.
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Look!! The Circus is coming to town!!
It only comes but once, every Sixty years.
Screams of laughter and joy abound,
Excited children are chanting cheers.
Tents and carnival rides are erected,
Clowns with balloons and cotton candy treats.
Everyone is hoping they are selected,
To receive a free ticket to the sideshow freaks.
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"Come One!!, Come All!!" The barker yells,
"Hurry! The show is about to begin."
The Circus of Lost Souls, A Journey to Hell,
"Come see The Festival Of Frights, within!" 
The crowd gathers in line at the entrance,
Like hallowed lambs being led to slaughter.
All dazed in amazement, lost in a trance,
From the poisons laced in the town's water.
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They are seated in the bleachers, one by one,
As they await the beginning of the show.
The lights go dim and the Ringmaster grins,
As the clowns frolic in the green spotlight glow.
The Ringmaster points up to the acrobats,
And the crowd stands and cheers at their feats.
When one of the performers, slip, they all gasp,
As he falls to his death at the Ringmaster's feet.
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The clowns gather round his body, grinning from ear to ear,
Licking their lips in anticipation while the crowd trembles in fear.
From behind them they hear a growl, gurgling and deep,
They turn to see, but find they're trapped, legs strapped to the seats.
The sight on stage is frightening, as the clowns rip the man apart,
Tearing his flesh with razor sharp fangs and ripping out his heart.
It is given to the Ringmaster, and he smiles with evil glee.
When the blood spurts out with every bite thru his jagged teeth.
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The crowd screams at the sickening sight in panic stricken haste,
Doing everything they can do - trying to escape.
Their cries are quickly stifled by the clowns who stood behind,
Bound and gagged their forced to watch - no option to decline.
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The clowns take their cue from the Ringmaster,
and begin their evil chant.
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"Lord Pennywise - Lord Pennywise - 
The ruler of all that is evil.
Take these souls as your own -
True master of no equal.
Lord Pennywise - Lord Pennywise -
Rise and claim your feed.
The bounty you deserve is ready to serve -
Come now, join the feast!
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The ring explodes in a circle of fire, flames form into a star,
Burning the shape of a pentagram, while the crowd looks on in awe.
The ground vanishes beneath them as they fall into the fiery pit,
As the flames of Hell relinquish while the previous stage is reset.
Readying itself for the next show - making it all shiny and new.
Preparing for the reoccurring feast - giving the master his due.
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The Ringmaster smiles as the barker calls out for the next show,
The Circus Of Lost Souls is starting - you know you want to go.
"Come One!!, Come All!!" The barker yells,
"Hurry! The show is about to begin."
The Circus of Lost Souls, A Journey to Hell,
"Come see The Festival Of Frights, within!"
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