The Darkest Jest
I paint my grin before the court arrives. The bells I wear make music when I weep. I’ve stitched my motley out of shattered lives— They hail the fool who drinks himself to sleep. At night I scrub the colors from my face And meet a stranger, hollowed, pale and drawn. He asks me what remains beneath disgrace. I shake my bells. He smiles. We carry on. I’ve kept a final trick no ear has known, Enough…
#Carnival Subversion#Class Uprising#Courtly Satire#Dark Humor#Death Of Kings#Existential Despair#Martyrdom Of The Fool#Medieval Court Drama#Performance And Mask#Poetic Justice#Political Allegory#Power And Spectacle#Psychological Duality#Regicide Plot#Revolt From Below#Ritual And Memory#Social Retribution#The Collapse Of Authority#Tragic Irony#Tyranny And Justice