The Jester's Fate

Tear stained marks upon a painted face,

Bells ringing freely but sorrow sounds out,

Strangled words never leave that forced voice,

Trapped forever in this world of fakery.

Tell me of the jester,

Who leaps and prances on command,

Bound by not strings nor words,

But chains and crowned threats.

Labeled a fool for all to see,

Facades and trickery his bread and butter,

Always a joke and nothing more,

A toy, a tool for all to use.

Madness within madness,

His only asset left to utilize,

Slowly evaporating his own soul,

Soon turning him not into a puppet but the lunatic. 

The rambling fool that no longer pretends,

His shattered insanity in mere pieces,

Yet everything remains the same,

His suffering and inner death never known.

Tear stained marks upon a once painted face,

Bella rang freely but sorrow sounded out,

Strangled words never left that forced voice,

Trapped forever in this world of foolery.

A Journey

Child of the earth, take me with thee,

Where the oceans roar and rivers sing,

Where winds serenade oh so sweetly,

And where whispers of the earth so great a bounty brings.

Take me on a journey with thee,

Where eagles soar and stallions run,

Kind rains wash away every sorrow,

Where rays of sunset kiss thee when the day is done.

Free from all the shadows,

Outrunning every perusing nightmare,

Worshipping the rotating stars in the sky,

Chasing the winds to God knows where.

A place where wondrous things stretch endlessly,

Valleys and mountains bend to your will,

Flowers rise from the earth to kiss your feet,

A place where time himself had stood still.

Where rains of the monsoon sing thee to sleep,

And soft heather serves to rest thy weary head,

Aurorian lights dance in the night's sky,

Where fires keep thee company till they burn themselves dead.

Child of the earth, take me with thee,

Where the oceans roar and rivers sing,

Where the winds serenade so sweetly,

Where whispers of the earth so great a bounty brings.