Tell me, Jester, of the tails
That you weave from hair fine
On your pretty lady head
For the pleasure of our eyes.
Sing me, Jester, of the dragons
That you saw between the seas
With the angels doing battle
For eternity in flux.
Dream me, Jester, of a reason
For my journey to go on
Breathe the wind back in my sails
And forever be my dream.
Kill me, Jester, with your solace
Slay me, slash me, set me free
Spill my blood upon the altar
And embrace the Laughing Hell.
Jester
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