The Jester’s Tomb Part 4

The young Queen one evening

not long after she’d wed,

found a box of old trinkets

stored under her bed.

There in a velvet lined box

all forlorn,

was the poor jester’s sceptre

and a hat that he’s worn.

The King came to find her

as he often would do.

Insecurity screamed,

‘am I not enough for you?’

The Queen shook her head,

‘I was just reminiscing.

There are a couple of things

in my life that are missing.’

The King held the Queen,

‘Dearest you should have said.

‘A woman’s mind, it cannot be read.’

‘You’ve killed the competition

and you’ve twisted the knife,

taking off with a Duchess

when I am your wife.’

‘You think you can win us

and trick us with charm.

 If we dare to stand up

will you have break our arms?’

‘You patronize, bully

And drunkenly rule.

Don’t you think we can’t see

who’s the ultimate fool?’

‘Here’s the score,’ said the Queen,

now clearing her head.

‘I’m in love with a joker

a jester who’s dead.’

‘The jester is dead

But we made a vow.

You fought for me once

Will you fight for me now?’

The King did not like to be asked what to do,

so enjoying his cake

and the eating it too.

So angry he was at the lady’s objection,

he picked up a vase

for to smash his reflection.

The King went out cold

from aggression and drink,

the Queen lay in pain,

bitter tears on the brink.

Motionless on the bed

to the sceptre she lay clinging,

when at once she could hear

a familiar singing.

The chill left the room,

in came warm golden light

the birds they were singing,

even though it was night.

There in the doorway,

lighting the room

was the handsome court Jester,

erased from his tomb.