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Lechery, treachery and terror
Or shades
or gloom and nothing fairer,
Strangest still from shadows cold,
Sang this story long untold,
Darkest made by greatest fall-
Legions
and legends and laurels and all.
Thus sang the hallowed eve,
“This breath I breathe, this life I leave,
As chambers roam, and
towers crawl”
Chimed the winds of the whispering hall -
“Darkest
made by greatest fall,
Streets are flooded, swamp and sea,
Raining
gall and misery,
Tempest comes to claim its crown,
Or power prove,
and legends drown”
Ere it walked, it stalked along,
It
slithered and withered-
This storm's song,
It sings of grievance,
Agony, despair,
That float as the fires
That burn through the
air,
Measuring slow notes
On fine serpent scales,
And hiss
how perfection,
To ebony -- it pales,
Where is the Jester?
O cruel mind, weird thunder comes,
And here on its sounds
It
rivets, it bounds,
Long the lightning of its stride,
Past places
once hope had safe reside,
To palace top, and there below,
Do
danger now, and fable flow,
For every throne, an ill unknown
As statues made their dance,
Here the Jester's voice it spoke,
“Here my mighty will hath broke,
How madness sulks! It dredges
by,
On murky clouds, this sullen sky,
With glowering anger, rage
divine,
Unmade where I stand,
Misfortune to all? Or fell design.”
And the Jester swore, swore, swore,
On all the things he wore-
Every feeling, thought and vein within,
By sorrow squeezed and thicked
and thinned,
“What last hours,” he sighed,
“May I – lest
fateful tempest died --
Take to dream on all soon lost...
And
there, in slumber, stilled to frost.”
By sorrow squeezed and
thicked and thinned,
Here ends our story, and all within,