His Voice...The voice singing at the bottom at the page.
He Wears...A red over coat with tails, a top hat, a white tie (the main singers out fit in vid below)
His LastShow
Not much is know about Minute. He was a RingMaster to a grand Cirque at one time!
Though now his preformance dosent earn him a dime.
For he hass falled into the muck.
And put all his performers down on there luck...
I'm part of the circus,
I'm dancing on air.
I'm flying through hoops
in this big-tent affair.
The clowns may be smiling,
But Ringmaster sighs.
His performers are sickly
And losing their highs.
The third bunch this year
That's lost all our strength.
We're paying the toll
For performing at length.
"The pain won't last long,"
The Ringmaster croons,
"You'll emerge like winged creatures
From sickly cucoons."
We know not what he means,
Til the end of the show.
And before the crowd leaves;
"Wait, you musn't all go!
I've one surprise left,
That will put you to shock.
As my performers escape
From under a rock!"
He jumps from the stage
And into the crowd.
He watches our fate
As the noises grow loud.
Then suddenly--SMASH!
The ground disappears.
We're left in the dark
With only our fears.
The ground seals up,
The audience screams.
But the Master brings silence,
And blood falls in streams.
The crowd attacks him, with hand and With foot,
And he ran about keeping his cold grin, as the tent shook.
He was cornered in the spot liye,
He had lost his fight.
So he took his last bow,
And the police saaid his body stays unfound.
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