13 December 2012
My bells are no longer ringing, They only mock me with their sound. These silk suits are no longer shinning, Tattered, they drag on the ground. But the music keeps on going, Although the audiences have now gone. Face paint has been removed, It's time for one last song. One last show to show them all, At the jest, I was the best... But like every attention seeker, I must fall and join the rest.
©Odd 13/12/14
The Falling Of A Jester • Opuss № I