Honorable mention
Ellen Datlow's
Best Horror of The Year 2018
It rumbled to a stop
with an eerie groan
hoisting black tents
and tattered flags
that fluttered like ghosts
A call was unleashed
that could only be heard
in that hidden place
of slumbering darkness
children’s dreams
They scampered away
at the stroke of midnight
their tiny feet
sneaky and silent
still in a dream
rolled away again
leaving the way it came
All that was left
in the waking houses
was racing footsteps
frantic searching
and horrified screams
Ellen Datlow's
Best Horror of The Year 2018
THE
MIDNIGHT CIRCUS
A moonlit caravan
snaked its way
down misty back roads
its sinister mysteries
shrouded from viewsnaked its way
down misty back roads
its sinister mysteries
It rumbled to a stop
with an eerie groan
hoisting black tents
and tattered flags
that fluttered like ghosts
A call was unleashed
that could only be heard
in that hidden place
of slumbering darkness
children’s dreams
They scampered away
at the stroke of midnight
their tiny feet
sneaky and silent
still in a dream
At the last hour
before daybreak
the midnight circusbefore daybreak
rolled away again
leaving the way it came
All that was left
in the waking houses
was racing footsteps
frantic searching
and horrified screams
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