Starlight Circus of the Undead

Starlight Circus of the Undead

When Starlight Circus rolled into the town,
The young and the old came from miles around,
They bought all the tickets, filled all the seats,
To see spectacles and amazing feats.

When the show finished, the crowd all went home,
But old people whispered, suspicions made known,
“I know it can’t be, but I have to say -
The circus was the same as in grandpa’s day.”

Not ever a change, there was nothing new,
The very same acts, the same faces, too.
They came every year in snow or in rain,
The secret, you see, was they were the same.

Zombies performed on tightropes and high-wires
And all of the clowns were really vampires.
Wraiths sold popcorn and more ghoulish things
Performed magic in the large center rings.

Every member of the Starlight Circus
Had their own secret supernatural purpose.
When the troupe packed up and left before dawn
The town would be smaller - some townsfolk were gone.

One entertainer was sick of the sight
Of all his compatriots night after night.
He wanted to try a new Life instead,
But that’s hard to do when you are Undead.

He told the others it was time for him to go.
They said “No, no. You can’t leave the show.”
He said he’d heard of a devil’s playground
Where hundreds of new victims could be found;

Someplace in the Nevada desert sands
Where foolish tourists worked on their tans.
A place of bright lights and richs and bling
Where anything goes, but no one remembers a thing.

He’d made up his mind, he continued to pack,
And called as he left with a bag on his back,
“I can’t stay anymore, I’m leaving today
I’ve got a new job with Cirque du Soleil!”