The Fool

I play the part of the fool. I play it well for my foolish King. He laughs and chuckles, upon his throne. As my dagger begins to sing.

Oblivious and drunk. Too glutton to even move. He is the definition of sloth and me, nothing to lose.

A slight motion of his hand, and everyone is dismissed. His eyes too heavy to keep open and a goblet of wine in his fist.

Deep becomes his breathing, as I am a shadow on the wall. Soon his heart will stop beating and I will rule them all.

Two paths I could take to end his wretched life. Some poison in his drink or a song from my knife.

I glide to the throne with not a shimmer of a sound. My blade singing loud to the tempo my heart pounds.

Blade to his neck and it's time for the final verse. I'm one move away from ending this jester curse.

There's a clang on the ground and the spilling of wine. I'm shocked you see for i have yet to slay the swine.

I look up and see who has disturbed my performance. Only to see the child prince a blistering annoyance.

A scream echoes through the court that sounds more like a princess. I say, Quiet, my brother but his wails are relentless.

With that, my Father, the King's eyes open wide. To my brother and then me, whose claim has since been denied.

Our eyes meet and he knows this is the end. I raise my dagger high for his throat I shall rend.

As my dagger flies down, the sweet harmony i'll hear. The screams of the end and my reign oh so near.

I feel a prick in my heart to this jokes end. For my brothers screams brought all the guards in.

Before my blade can perform its final number. The arrow in my heart takes me to my eternal slumber.