The Jester's Costume
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In cobbled streets of olden days,
Where magic shops cast eerie haze,
A thief crept in with greedy eyes,
And stole a chest of curious size.
Home he fled with ill-got prize,
His heart aflutter with dark surmise,
Inside he found, to his delight,
A jester's garb of colors bright.
[Pipe Organ]
With bells that jingled, hat askew,
He donned the suit without a clue,
That cursed threads now graced his skin,
And sealed his fate with wicked grin.
His feet began to tap and prance,
Caught in an endless, merry dance,
His lips curled up in maniac mirth,
As laughter shook his very girth.
[Pipe Organ]
Days and nights in ceaseless jest,
No food, no drink, no moment's rest,
He capered, giggled, twirled, and leapt,
While madness through his body crept.
Neighbors heard his cackles shrill,
Echoing over vale and hill,
But none dared enter, none drew near,
To stop the dance of pain and fear.
[Pipe Organ]
At last he fell, his spirit spent,
His body twisted, bruised, and bent,
The jester's suit, now stained and torn,
Awaits the next fool, all forlorn.
So heed this tale of greed's reward,
Where magic's price cannot be ignored,
For those who steal what's not their own,
May dance and laugh, but die alone.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
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The Jester's Costume
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In cobbled streets of olden days,
Where magic shops cast eerie haze,
A thief crept in with greedy eyes,
And stole a chest of curious size.
Home he fled with ill-got prize,
His heart aflutter with dark surmise,
Inside he found, to his delight,
A jester's garb of colors bright.
[Pipe Organ]
With bells that jingled, hat askew,
He donned the suit without a clue,
That cursed threads now graced his skin,
And sealed his fate with wicked grin.
His feet began to tap and prance,
Caught in an endless, merry dance,
His lips curled up in maniac mirth,
As laughter shook his very girth.
[Pipe Organ]
Days and nights in ceaseless jest,
No food, no drink, no moment's rest,
He capered, giggled, twirled, and leapt,
While madness through his body crept.
Neighbors heard his cackles shrill,
Echoing over vale and hill,
But none dared enter, none drew near,
To stop the dance of pain and fear.
[Pipe Organ]
At last he fell, his spirit spent,
His body twisted, bruised, and bent,
The jester's suit, now stained and torn,
Awaits the next fool, all forlorn.
So heed this tale of greed's reward,
Where magic's price cannot be ignored,
For those who steal what's not their own,
May dance and laugh, but die alone.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In cobbled streets of olden days,
Where magic shops cast eerie haze,
A thief crept in with greedy eyes,
And stole a chest of curious size.
Home he fled with ill-got prize,
His heart aflutter with dark surmise,
Inside he found, to his delight,
A jester's garb of colors bright.
[Pipe Organ]
With bells that jingled, hat askew,
He donned the suit without a clue,
That cursed threads now graced his skin,
And sealed his fate with wicked grin.
His feet began to tap and prance,
Caught in an endless, merry dance,
His lips curled up in maniac mirth,
As laughter shook his very girth.
[Pipe Organ]
Days and nights in ceaseless jest,
No food, no drink, no moment's rest,
He capered, giggled, twirled, and leapt,
While madness through his body crept.
Neighbors heard his cackles shrill,
Echoing over vale and hill,
But none dared enter, none drew near,
To stop the dance of pain and fear.
[Pipe Organ]
At last he fell, his spirit spent,
His body twisted, bruised, and bent,
The jester's suit, now stained and torn,
Awaits the next fool, all forlorn.
So heed this tale of greed's reward,
Where magic's price cannot be ignored,
For those who steal what's not their own,
May dance and laugh, but die alone.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC