CLOWNS

In shadows deep where whispers creep,
Lies the cryptic eeriness of clowns.
With painted grins and hollowed chins,
They prowl the silent, haunted towns.

Their eyes aglow with secrets dark,
In crimson suits they stalk the night.
With every step, the silence parts,
Revealing dread in moon’s pale light.

Balloon in hand, a mocking jest,
They lure you close with haunted sound.
Yet in their gaze, no warmth can rest,
Only cryptic chills that swirl around.

In nightmares, they forever dance,
With eerie laughter, sharp as knives.
The cryptic clowns of dark romance,
In Google’s search, their terror thrives.