The Pale Jester
A jester so pale
With an innocent smile,
He plays for the King
To amuse with his wiles.
His games are a ruse,
Such a mischievous thing,
Hiding their fruits
From the gaze of the King.
-Nickolas Lindberg
A jester so pale
With an innocent smile,
He plays for the King
To amuse with his wiles.
His games are a ruse,
Such a mischievous thing,
Hiding their fruits
From the gaze of the King.
-Nickolas Lindberg
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