535 – Revelations

The balloons
Rained like bombs
Upon the
Paper city.

A double-barreled shotgun
Broke the morning sky
Into a million fragments
Of a day that never was.

Feral clowns
And wild gentlemen
Growl and fight over the carcass
Of our stillborn future dreamland.

Razor sharp acrobats
Spinning thru the crowd
Paint the stage
The brightest shade of red.

Fire mares
Blacken the land
With hooves
Of purple lightning.

Under the central spotlight
Death becomes the ringmaster
As the universal circus
Burns and crumbles
To the ground.