Deadly Jester
The killing jester roams the street
No one dares oppose him with
Any word that he may be
Mad and surely guilty.
He sings and turns the people around
With his tunes of horrifying sound,
Screams and laughter does he gift,
Very unpredictable in shift.
Jumping, roaring, maybe grinning
While he is mid into spinning.
Rotating and splashing water
Viscous with a scarlet matter.
While he’s laughing and proceeding
Royal courts are now in pleading.
A successor must be met
To avert chaos, I’ll bet.
Surely something must be done
With the double headed clown!
One on shoulders, one in hand,
One is nothing, one is grand.
Too afraid to come too near,
He’s ecstatic and might hear.
No one’s faster and more agile
And for him you are so fragile.
Don’t forget he plays with blades,
For amusement he charades.
Stopping him may seem a farce
When the people are so sparse.
But the time is running short
On performance out of court,
A few moments separates
Passing judgement at the gates.
His playing feet will come to stop
Once his grin is sure to drop,
His dominion is at an end
Once again he’ll come to bend.
Down one knee as did before
Outcome that will be no more,
Both the knees will feel the cold
While his punishment is told.
“The buffoon seems to have sting
After all, he killed a king.
As a card you had no power,
Curious, you did not cower.
Very hard to give a sentence
If you do not feel repentance,
Your abilities will waste
In the prison you’ll be placed.
Execution is excluded,
Far too kind for a deluded,
Something more to make of you
An assassin we might brew.
Slay the foes that threaten us,
Without making any fuss,
You’ll be silent and unknown
Thanks to your new tombstone.
Execution will proceed
Till a neck will stop to bleed,
Even though you’ll be well hid
In the shadows you will slid.
Away with you to our old rivals
Make some space for new arrivals,
Your position will be filled
And our kingdom we’ll rebuild.”
In hired exile he had to flee
By the will of a royal decree.
To slay once more another ruler,
Designed forever an intruder.
As before he did his best,
His mightiness is at a rest.
Dancing all again in public
Ridiculing the republic.
Why such beast is unrestricted
After so many afflicted
Seems a mystery to logic
Indicating pathologic
Patterns that repeat forever
Ending only if we’re clever.
But our time is at an end
One more thought that I will lend.
Ask yourself what is more flawed,
A demented in façade
Or a system that employs
People that see us as toys?
