In disarray yard there was a merry king.
All grim in the face, master frowns
Silent sorrows on the faces they bring
As the turmoil catches the town

The ladies and the families gathered near the queen
Slowly crowding near the dean
Prince Charming sighed and feared
For a brief dream of earthly existence, they cheered.

In heavy chandeliers were not the bright lights
and the dull rooms slept in the silent nights
As the dumb death hovered the palace performing the last rites

And he who slumbered in the mysterious shadows
In one of the Gothic window, he gallows
Lamps burn and the wax tears
Flickering candles ... In the dark silence that scares.

He, like the sage frolic child
Spent his life carefree and joking as he smiled
He,reared amid the luxury of the palace
When the Kings and the Prince whispered envious flattered.
He, who liked neither fame nor rank
Nourished his heart with the spanks

The trophies joked about the gold and diamonds
As the King donated everything in the phials
An embroidered cloak and intricate vases he carried
As a starving gift of poverty ...he harried.

He, who was a gloomy one before the King
For the patron accidents he bring
And as the poor man weep at the tomb
He despised life,luxury and bloom.

In one corner through the sleepy twilight
One could see the tattered cap
In an another corner through the sleepy half-light
A patched toga with a gap

The worthless Jester was playing long fouls
At feasts meaningless role he played like owls.
Now as he slept in the majesty of a demigod!
The King Applaud..

"Not yet boldly smoldering graves" he said.
It turned cold in Jester's head
More than once, the King smiled
As he approached the bier like a frivolous child
And looking at him with diligent eye
as he loath in deep silence gazing at the sky.

You, my friend? You came to earthly life
In terms of your knowledge, you see the life alright.
Your wisdom and holiness was enveloped
In your terrestrial alien fuss which was engulfed

The King took his cloak and the crown
Creating havoc to the people of the town
As his voice raise, he commanded the Jester
"Your time has come, Mister"

The Bad won in front of the good eyes
and what happened to the life?
It died..
In a lonely way with..strife.

Tags: Tragedy

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