Once an entertainer, joyous and kind, a woman whos love was his and his had hers, happy ends ensured...
Happiness ended in rain and blood, her body in his arms, cold and red, end of the entertainer, joyous and kind...
Awaken the entertainer of horrors and fear, joyous still, but frightful to hear, kindness in the smile, but hides true intentions, wicked and twisted, last thing you'll see...
Beware the man who sings about the scarecrow king and his court, for all he brings is madness and death...
'run and hide, run and hide, the scarecrow king is comming to night...' tale of Mothran the mad.

A soul, broken thrice to save itself, broken thrice to kill itself, broken thrice to give life to three of one, one shard of madness, one shard of anger and one shard of the emptyness within.

Can there be forgiven for the sins commited by one if your the twisted, fractured shards of the soul commiting the sins? or are you domed either way...