The Dark Wood Circus.

Tonight we will show you the sad fate that some of this world carry. Children that God has abandoned, restlessly creeping out. Children that can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with. Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out. Their crowns of their head caress the dark clouds. They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace.

Ooh

The Deformity.

DEFORMITY!

Drop by and see him.

What was this place? She had never seen it before, and not heard of it until minutes ago. The odd children, but who seemed oh so charming and amazing, had given her the flyer.
"Dark wood circus"
Was it close?
She moved the branches of the trees out of her way so her eyes would spot some kind of light. She could only so follow the footsteps of the odd children, who seemed a bit older than her.
There was light ahead! The little girl ran as fast as her small feet would carry her and she soon stood still, her eyes wide with amazement.
The circus tent stood far above her small length. But what it could be compared to was the two people. Probably part of the cast, they had strange tall forms… But they seemed so jolly! It made her smile. They smiled at her in return as they towered next to the trees she had pushed herself through, before stepping aside, no, dancing aside to allow her to pass.
"Drop by and see him"
The little girl hesitated… What if her mother was worried? She hadn't told her that she was going to the circus. But then the two tall people bowed for her, gesturing at the circus.
How could she turn back now? This place was so beautiful. A smile lit up her face as she ran to the tent. But where was the entrance? She searched around, but found none. Instead she found a hole in the tent.
Perfect! She thought, and carefully peeked through it.

Two familiar faces turned to her. The little girl's eyes widened… They weren't wearing the big, puffy costume they wore on the market. All was revealed. She saw their shoulders and upper bodies, their necks… Which both were attached to one single body.
"One with two heads…" she rasped. But gasped as another figure moved… It was in a cage. But she could see nothing from here! She backed away from the peeking hole, and began her search for the entrance once again. This was dangerous. These people could be dangerous… But… She wanted to know more of them. How might they look? She smiled at her own curiosity as she dashed through the entrance which she finally found.
But she stopped immediately, and stared at the cast. The one with two heads stood near the cage, where she could faintly see the form…
Such a lovely dress she could see. It was probably made from the finest fabrics and the flower like details had been elegantly sewn onto the dress. No real pattern, only different flowers in different colours. Long hair followed the line of her back whilst a few strings fell around her, even touching the ground. She was so beautiful…
The girl's eyes gleamed at the sight, but a small chewing side behind her made the dreamy state pop like a bubble floating around in the air. She didn't want to let go of the sight, but oh, how curious she was! She turned, but quickly wished she hadn't.
Frozen arms. Feet. Necks, legs… All lay, blue from the cold they must have been stored in, on a plate on a table. On a chair sat a man in a straitjacket. His eyes were dazed as he quietly ate the contents of his meal; his blue hair fell a bit over his face. The girl could just stare at him.
"A beast who loves to eat things cold…" She made a small sound, a kind of high squeak as she stumbled away. But when she turned, the realized how close she was to the cage.
Now she had a better look at the what she thought was the most beautiful woman she'd seen…
Her legs. They were not those of a human. They were as blue as her hair and bent so strangely… She remembered the drawings in her colouring book. These were horse legs.
But the little girl couldn't say a word as she heard soft crying from the cage. The woman was covering her face, covering the tears.
"Why do you look at me like that…?" The Diva whispered in between sobs, and she removed her hands. A blindfold covered her eyes, but it was very wet from her salty tears. They were still running down her cheeks through the cloth.
"A deformed Diva…" The little girl managed to muster, as she continued to stare, but both in shock and amazement. Her voice… Her voice was so sweet, so beautiful, even when broken by sorrowful sobbing; this deformed diva had the most beautiful voice the little girl had ever heard.
Two hands were stretched in through the bars, and carefully slipped the blindfold off. The little girl saw the one with two heads once again… She could see clearly now, one was a girl, and the other head was a boy. The Diva looked up at the two, and gently gripped the bars with her slender hands. Her crying had finally stopped as the one with two heads looked at her, but she did only look at the boy. Gently he stretched out the one arm on his side and took some of her hair in his hand. He brought it up to his face and deeply inhaled her scent. His posture relaxed as he quietly spoke with a young voice.
"It's painful…" the voice only managed to rasp. "But it can't be helped. She said it." He nodded in the Diva's direction, who looked down at her hands instead.
Suddenly, the female half of the children turned to the little girl and gestured at the ceiling.
"It's fun! It's so fun!" She called in a sweet, cheering voice. "This circus is so fun!"
A spotlight which seemed to come from nowhere lit up the spot of them, the girl giggled, and the Diva raised her head again.
"I want to die!" She sang, she cried. "I want to die, get me out of here, please…!!" Her head sank again. "It is impossible here; for anyone to say or feel…" She murmured.
Get out. The little girl's mind only spoke this sentence as the entrance closed behind her.
The circus became dark.
Outside the silhouettes of the jolly, tall members of the cast danced around the circus. The area was otherwise empty. Only the soft circus music played to the dancing outside.

The body is distorted in order to bend to that twisted figure, to crawl on the illuminated street with paper lanterns.
Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street.

This child has to cower alone.

I guess the shadows reach long.
But the friends that talk have their waists aligned;
You are later and before and by yourself

Oh, you're here, you're here!

Drop by and see him.

Drop by and see him.

Drop by, to the Dark Wood Circus.

It's fun.