One day I found myself walking in a forest ,
above me the blinding rays of the wood ,
all kinds of creatures moving to and frow,
beside me as best they could .
And there in the distance when i had enough grains and fruits,
to eat ,
I heard a joker  playing to a tune I knew so well..
It went ....

A jester with a fallen crown .
A king who one day wept .


An Angel who once led Gods  choir in song ,
who fell in full sight of our Lord ,
who should have burnt in the flame and the sword ,
Instead he spoke in beautiful song .

A Queen who I once loved ,
who now in some rotting cell ,
has been banished by my heart to dwell .
To no food or water must she drink ,
or my love for her should grow ,
with every banquet I lay before her feet .

And who is left in this life of mine ,
that I should idoly pass my time ,
to nibble corn in the noon days sun ?



The joker in my life how could I forget ?
Who  speaks well of a doe  I had loved ,
yet how she failed to light her gas lamp for me ,
so I might take that which she holds so timidly ,

and lead her to my bed .

Who  plays a tune to where I must follow ,
where everything either creeps or hollows ,
somewhere where there are no tomorrow’s ,
where the branches grow thick in sorrow ,
to the darker. end of the wood..
Where the barn owl once swollowed  me whole ,
just because he could.

So as the Forrest all sings to the jokers tune  as the birds of prey are fed ,
on everything that moves in the darkest part of the woods ,
It is said !