Wade Stephens Photography

Model: Nikki

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Model: Nikki

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The amazingly talented was an absolute joy to photograph!

A serpent winds through rancid skin,
Its hunger hums a curse within.
The clown’s dead eyes, a hollow stare,
Promise pain beyond repair.

Each hiss is sharp, a coffin’s nail,
Each coil a grip that will not fail.
No joke, no trick, no fleeting cheer—
Just endless dark… when they draw near.

Event: Nightmare Narrative

Twisted balloons in a monster’s grip,
A broken smile, a sneering lip.
Colors meant for children’s cheer,
Now drip with dread, now drip with fear.

A circus ghost, with eyes that gleam,
He haunts the edges of your dream.
And every laugh he twists in air,
Becomes a nightmare waiting there.

A shadow grins beneath the paint,
Eyes that linger, cold and faint.
Rust and ruin crown his face,
A laugh long lost, a dark embrace.

Steel in hand, he waits in gloom,
A carnival that smells of doom.
Step too close, and you may find—
The clown that feasts upon your mind.