In a rural expanse,
Amidst a campsite encircled by traveling caravans,
I found myself confronted by a gathering of fantastical beings.
Toweringly muscular figures, adorned with horns and tusks,
Living skeletons, animated by some spectral force,
A woman boasting six sinuous arms,
A towering giant swathed in bandages,
Twins sporting three heads apiece,
And a diminutive figure with a neck elongated where its head should be.
As my gaze met theirs, they averted their eyes and bowed in deference,
When I spoke, they clenched their eyes shut, trembling with fear,
With each step I took forward, they instinctively retreated,
Resembling prey faced with a relentless predator,
They cowered before me,
To them, I was the heartless maestro of their dread.
In the end, once more, I found myself unable to bridge the chasm between us,
And so, with a resigned exhale, I returned to the shelter of my carriage.
"Sigh."
As I sighed, so did the reflection in the mirror.
Adorned with a lithe and robust physique, standing tall and imposing,
A countenance seemingly sculpted from the purest marble,
Long, flowing locks of blonde cascading to the shoulders,
A smirk playing upon lips that seemed all too familiar.
For there was no denying the truth.
I had become him.
Frank Wonderstein,
The Black Magician,
The ringmaster of the enigmatic Monster Circus,
The quintessential antagonist of the Tril Trilo Trilogy.