The Clown

High heels and a gown
Red nose and a frown
Her golden locks
His Polka dotted socks

Darkness crept
He quietly wept
Pain and fear
But not a single tear

His fist clenched tighter
Her solitaire shone brighter
Her eyes told a riddle
There was a gun in the middle

Hand still stretched out
Mind full of doubt
Not a word would be said
She would drop down dead

But before he could fire
And bury the liar
Pink feathers fall
Astonishing all

Mask had been dropped
All movement stopped
With eyes still red
He heard what she said

Loyalty and trust
Forgive her, he must
Lies left behind
Happiness they would find

She lowered his arm
Promised no harm
I love you, her voice cracked
And he smiled right back

Back to the circus they went
Audience waiting in the tent
The gun, he wouldn't leave
Because her eyes still deceive