Jester
What a fool, my mortal soul, bleed,
It mourns with aching need.
What humiliation does my jester’s heart laugh,
A bitter sound as thorny love drives a pointed shaft.
Can I be but saved,
Or imprisoned, adoration enslaved.
I beckon to the Goddess of peace,
Make this infernal pain cease.
But yet my heart, drones its beat,
The sorrow finds no retreat.
It mourns with aching need.
What humiliation does my jester’s heart laugh,
A bitter sound as thorny love drives a pointed shaft.
Can I be but saved,
Or imprisoned, adoration enslaved.
I beckon to the Goddess of peace,
Make this infernal pain cease.
But yet my heart, drones its beat,
The sorrow finds no retreat.
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