Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Lanterns

Oh by day the sun is shining,
The children do play and the maids are pining,
after the men do work and shout,
while some of us do stand without.

Then the night comes, the moon is glowing,
The children do sleep and the maids are sewing,
For the men who laugh and jest,
Away from we whom they detest.

As they sleep, their lanterns fail,
the light fading and releasing us from our jail,
We move swift and quiet, spectres of doom,
And on their warm flesh, we will dine soon.

The Jester stands alone among them all,
laughing his merry song and standing tall,
The one card fate has to play,
Is that the Jester will laugh, night and day.

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