He pays dancing fines <br />And warms his hands <br />Over open fires <br />Assassin of care <br />And earthly desire <br /> <br />His hopes run high <br />Then tumble down <br />So far away <br />There on his cloud <br />The throngs pay homage <br />To one so proud <br /> <br />The Jester sits <br />In dark repose <br />Just why he smiles <br />No body knows <br /> <br />The Jesters prayer <br />Like diamonds and rust <br />Fall on deaf ears <br />As so they must <br /> <br />The day has come <br />They will proclaim <br />So fearful of <br />The Jesters name<br /><br />Lynne FincherSpringarden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jester-9/
