The Circus tent of ancient truths

Come one! Come all!

Step into my tent of ancient truths,

Do not be shy sir, have no fear,

For there are no signs of smoke and mirrors here,

 

Faded pictures come alive,

Picasso and Van Gogh duel with brushstrokes of azure and umber,

While I keep old knight's swords safe at bay,

Warding the monsters of rust and age far away,

 

Treasures that time forgot,

Observe dear audience as I bring them to life,

Come and listen to their secrets children,

they never can lie,

For in my tent of ancient truths,

Time withered things never can die. 

 

 

 

 

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