We go up, up, up to go down, down, down…
Come play atop the Iron Front to peak beyond the veil.
Let shadows crawl from hallowed hall with nightmares to regale.
A cabaret, macabre, risqué, a night to let the devils dance.
Terrors to start, for faint of heart from here dare not advance.
Hear songbirds sing in moonlight gleaning masks of skin and guile.
Have a drink to shake the quaking fear hiding behind your smile.
With darkness fall and folly rise, marked in madness our descent
all this amassed our malice show we’re humbled to present.
Let ticker tape mark ticket taken for this your invitation
to a night like none you’ve ever seen, on this I rest my reputation.
To the Windsor Ballroom! Welcome all! Be you court kings, queens, or clowns
take the elevator up, up, up to see what’s down.. down… down…

-Mr M.