The Jester

~The jester~ 2010


A doll was given life

The first thing he held was a knife.

He was asked to learn tricks.

He obeyed and trained in the house of bricks.

The master saw him grow and fell in love

He watched the doll everyday from above

When the time came the doll was given a name

"The Jester" it was for his strange quirky games

Soon the master and the Jester were called to entertain

The royal daughters' happiness they must attain

Beautiful she was when they saw her face

For the first time the jester felt his heart chase

Gave his best performance to win her smile

But princess shook her head and went senile

The jester nervousness got hold of him

The only trick, knife throwing trick turned grim

One flew towards the princess,

And chopped her beautiful tresses.

The master threw himself down and begged for mercy

And the jester went crazy.

To compensate the princess bought the jester

Master agreed to save his only love and felt better.

Every day the princess drags the jester to her bed

He struggles but gave in till she got mad

The jester was in awe that made the princess laugh

She bit him and played with him rough

And throws him out when she had enough.

The jester never cried nor complained

All that time he was trying to understand why his heart pained

Then he remembered his master and that day

How he delayed his death away.

The master was thinking of him too

Each passing day he went blue.

Every day he walks by the palace,

Never knew about the menace.

One day the jester got sick

So the master ran quick.

While tending the jester,

The master found the matter.

Anger and sadness intertwined;

Had no power to interfere and so all day he drank wine.

The princess knew and abused the jester even more

But he said he loves her and he did what she did before.

The master had nightmares thinking about only his love

And decided to take back and free that innocent dove.

Now the time came, that fateful day

When the sun rays faded away

He stole the jester

But he wasn't any better.

The masters' love grew selfish

Never saw how the jester felt and called him foolish.

Now everything repeats like those days with the princess

Except it was gentler, starting with kisses.

The jester bore the pain by remembering the day,

When the master kept his death away.

He decided to smile even though the tears roll down,

Till the debt is paid and waits for the day he'll drown.

On that day he would look back at his master crying filled with fears,

And lied to his master that they were happy tears.

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