I raise up from this dark dreary corner, clothes still as they were before. Oh could this be the day? Am i finally going to be rid of these strings? No.. there is no freedom for this Jester, I am fated to dance in this shadowy masquerade if emotions and torment. Though my clothes are torn and my face still dull, my strings still stay solid as steel, unbreakable. There is only one man in my life, my King, though even he grows weary of my elegant dance. Tires of this face, tires this dance, it wont be long soon that i am thrown away to the gallows now. Should i wait for it though? i look up at my king his head on his hand the glow in his eyes grows dull with boredom. Dance closer to the candle maybe, then maybe the dry wood i am made of will crackle and smoke it could be my final dance for my King. A beautiful burst of light and colors, a dance suitable for my King, oh my King i love you so. I cant bare to know that i am not doing what i am made for, i live for that glow in your eyes, that smile on your face, if only i was good enough for you my King. But i will dance for you now and until you discard me. for that is what i am, and what i do. I love my King, and dance i shall until that glow in your eyes have completely diminished into nothingness.
