MY
POEM 2
The following poem will
go with "And the Sage we Fall" in my book of poems called Chronicles
once I finish the poems. This poem follows the same pattern as the
first. However, each poem reflects a period in my life. The character I can
relate too. This one is a bit darker than the first.
DEATH OF THE JESTER
COLORED-PAINT masked the grim
face of the Jester
as he recited the words that devoured the silence with hungry drunken laughter.
the scent of sweat and ale brought disgust to the lonely Jester.
he was sickened by what the Crowd demanded of him. they needed it.
the Jester sensed the emptiness that the Gray Knight had so
graciously gave to the Crowd. once the fun loving Jester would have
cared. Sweet Ali would have made him care.
but she was long since gone. and with her his caring heart.
Why did the Gray Knight lure her away?
the Jester believe she would come back, but she did not.
the Jester�s faith crumbled under the hooves of such a predicament.
the loss of his friend, comforter, and lover fed the Dark Voices
in his head that the Jester could no longer repel.
they screamed. they bellowed. they....
LAUGHTER
The Jester continued his act.
his thoughts returned back to the years before. the years
when Sweet Ali was his and his alone. the years when Crowd
was full of zest. the years before the Dark Voices sang in his head.
the years before....
the Gray Knight entered their lives and took it all away.
now the Voices were his only possession he could turn to for
comfort. false comfort. the voices scolded and punished him for
wrong doings that only they acknowledge. they tortured him
by not letting him have a moment�s rest from their constant babbling.
once the Jester was care-free. he did what he liked.
Sweet Alison loved him for that. she loved him....
but she was gone, and with her his laughing heart.
Why does the Gray Knight come?
he plant the seed that grew into the Dark Voices inside the Jester�s head.
Why did this pale warrior so viciously take his Ali away?
Now the Dark Voices were in control.
they commanded. they croaked. they....
LAUGHTER
the laughter outraged the Dark
Voices inside the Jester�s throbbing skull.
the Crowd laughed and jeered at the painted fool on the stage.
the Voices screeched that he was not a buffoon to be poked fun
at or to entertain drunken merchants with their cruel applauds.
the Jester�s head was warped with pain. the room began to sway back and
forth.
the Voices spoke of deeds that would end his agony.
end the agony that the Gray Knight was forced to bequeath unto the Jester.
in a moment of desperation the Jester
yielded to the howling in his mind.
with snaring teeth and make-shift claws that gouged out insulting eyes
a brightly painted Jester
quickly sprang from his platform. the bloody Jester turned and searched
for his next victim.
in the middle of the room one long fleshy finger pointed at the Jester
when others fled in fear. with hunger to end his pain the Jester
pounced to shatter the object that mocked him.........
SILENCE
the room cleared.
there in the middle of the tavern laid the twisted entertainer.
his body impaled on a broken barstool.
with his last breath of life the Jester heard nothing but silence,
and peace washed over him.
seeing this a pale gray figure stood, closed the Jester�s emotionless eyes,
then continued on
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