They were always supposed to be funny, at the 
   Circus, doing tricks,

  Making children laugh, adults whom were once 
  So young,  believing.

  They wear many different expressions to hide 
  What's really inside,

  Appear do they friendly in the daylight, but in the 
  Coming days of

  October, faces of clowns in the dark, only faces in 
  the night.

   On a cool, crisp October, days before Halloween, 
  I went walking,

  A breeze in the air as it is now Fall, and the days are 
  Much shorter.

  Laughter echoed through the swaying trees, from a 
  Distance a face known to me,  

  Not like before as a child sees a clown, a quick, evil 
  Stare as he ran away.

  Left behind was something that can't be erased from 
  My mind,

   Night after night, they became more and more, just 
  one face the same.  

  Clowns in the dark whom wear not the faces of fun 
  But of their pain,

  Revenge, Clowns from all time, wreak havoc in the night, 
  no reasons why.
                  Keith Garrett