There is a court jester

Whose king is long gone

The castle stands empty

At every new dawn

His grin is of death

Eyes empty sockets

That cannot cry tears

As he looks upon the locket

He’d loved her once

Such moments they’d shared

When he caused her to smile

He’d been walking on air

Then the king, being jealous,

Ordered his fool’s death

Which poor, noble soul

Gave her his last breath

“All joking aside, dearest

Your master doth send

As you were my life, love,

So you are my end”

Yet he wasn’t finished

Even trapped in his tomb

He heard her eulogy

Which deepened his gloom

For he didn’t know

How she feared the King’s wrath

And all she could say

Was “The fool made me laugh”

Her heart hid it’s secret

That she’d loved in return

Not even the jester knew

His soul started to burn

At once she began laughing

Never once knowing why

And the fool had his revenge

For she laughed ’til she died

Even now you can see him

The skeletal buffoon

With his mad little grin

Jingling his bells at the moon