The Court Jester

I am the jester, my job's to entertain

And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign

Over all that you see, over all that you know

As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go

Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me

As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep

Though my exile still stands, i heard my duty call to me

Because i am the court jester, I've grown tired of my sleep

After all, i am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man

I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride

My trusty baton in my hand

And you will see me, sire

I'll make my way back to you

You cannot stop me sire, your time is up

I see right through you

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls

The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall

The inevitable end that we all will one day meet

You are human, you are dying, yes i know it's bittersweet

But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat

Yes, your maker gave you time

But you've run out, and soon you'll meet

I was awoken by some nibbling in my brain

A single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain

That sat there pulling me to consciousness

And waking soon I found

Myself entrenched in ancient earth

With roots and vines my arms were bound

And in this post-hibernal state

My mind was filled with clouds of doubt

Were these my memories? or something else?

And soon i felt the urge to get out

Tearing, ripping, painful as it was

Vines and leaves gave way easy just because

All that's left in this world is decay

Soon I knew what caused me to awake

With a newfound memory after rest

I felt something bubbling in my chest

Soon I felt myself losing control

Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul

I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me

The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?

Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft

All that is left to do is sit right down and laugh

Oh this world that I left you in

Has been tainted now by your sin

And as such I have now taken it upon myself

To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return

Oh I am making my way back I will return

Soon the people will remember the reason why they burn

And the fires in their might will start to turn

Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason concern

Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head!

Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!

Foolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throne

But in my time away you've ended up alone

Oh, all the power in the world could never save you now

As the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer

Get ready to take your bow

The age of reason is now drawing to a close!

And now I, the mere court jester, will his majesty depose

I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will repose

Because i am the court jester, not all thorns come with a rose

After all, i am the jester, and this future i propose

Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close

Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose