
The Woman With The Black Heart
She loved once. It did not go well. She has since decided that feelings are vastly overrated.
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A collection of songs, stories and unfortunate people.
Enter at your own discretion.
You have stumbled upon a curious little corner of the night.
Here you will find songs about sinners, romantics, misfits, villains, broken hearts and people who have made several questionable decisions in succession.
They are not heroes. They are not entirely villains either. They are simply the inhabitants of this strange carnival — the damned, the beautiful, and everyone who falls somewhere between.

“Everyone has a price. Some people simply haven't been introduced to it yet.”
Proprietor. Host. Occasional tempter. The Devil runs the show with the confidence of a man who has never once had to read the terms and conditions.
He knows everyone's secrets, remembers everyone's sins and has an irritating tendency to appear precisely when someone is about to make a terrible decision.
Every song needs somebody to blame.

She loved once. It did not go well. She has since decided that feelings are vastly overrated.
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A man who has made an art form of disappointment, introspection and staring accusingly into mirrors.
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He has survived heartbreak, loneliness and existential dread. Then she walked into the room.
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Beautiful. Doomed. Entirely aware that dawn is coming and choosing not to discuss it.
ENTER THEIR STORY →Turn the page. Try not to judge the characters too harshly. They are already doing that themselves.
A deal with the Ringmaster. A signature in blood. A spectacularly poor decision.
An entirely reasonable request from a man who has had quite enough of everybody.
Some hearts break. Others simply learn to enjoy the darkness.
The storm passes. The world carries on. Not everyone gets the memo.
Love at first sight, if first sight had been accompanied by a mild panic attack.
When everything else is stripped away, some things stubbornly remain.
A lengthy title for a man with plenty of time to think about what went wrong.

These aren't simply songs sitting on a page. Each one belongs to a world.
Gothic streets. Broken mirrors. Blood-red contracts. Moonlit lovers. Devils in expensive coats. People who should probably have made better choices.
The Carnivalesque Obscura website becomes their comic book — part songbook, part character archive, part dark little theatre.
BROWSE THE CASTWe don't make the darkness.— THE RINGMASTER
We merely give it a stage.
When the music stops, the characters go home.
The Ringmaster doesn't.