Each court crowns a fool
Some wear it too well
I danced for his rule
Now I rot in his cell
A fool for the plot
He praised me in jest
But dead men still dance
When denied their rest
So I wait for a storm
To darken the land
Till cracks start to form
Beneath his command
Till the famine-worn tread
With their torches held high
To harvest the crumbs
Of a banquet denied
They carry my pain
In the heat of their cry
For the crown and the chain
And a kingdom awry
My cell starts to moan
As the ramparts collapse
They tear through the stone
And free me at last
I walk through the blaze
As the palace combusts
They gave me a stage
Now revenge I shall ******
He begged for his life
With tears on his cheek
I offered my knife
And let silence speak
No need for a trial
His crimes were well known
So I asked with a smile
Who had the last laugh
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
Each court crowns a fool
Some wear it too well
I danced for his rule
Now I rot in his cell
A fool for the plot
He praised me in jest
But dead men still dance
When denied their rest
So I wait for a storm
To darken the land
Till cracks start to form
Beneath his command
Till the famine-worn tread
With their torches held high
To harvest the crumbs
Of a banquet denied
They carry my pain
In the heat of their cry
For the crown and the chain
And a kingdom awry
My cell starts to moan
As the ramparts collapse
They tear through the stone
And free me at last
I walk through the blaze
As the palace combusts
They gave me a stage
Now revenge I shall ******
He begged for his life
With tears on his cheek
I offered my knife
And let silence speak
No need for a trial
His crimes were well known
So I asked with a smile
Who had the last laugh
