The Court of Fools
Tiny pink ribbons laced in
golden silk, with velvet hugging
diamonds and silver, all of which
hummed for a lullaby long buried
in a treasure chest of memories.
Crowns and wands, with a big
cake in the middle.
The March Hare sings, while his
friend dances across the table.
A Cheshire Cat grins his mischievous
smile, as his Dormouse wipes the wine
from his lips. Caterpillars sit inside their
whimsical musings, never once
bothering to find the essence of their
drug-induced haze. Tweedledee
and Tweedledum bicker. The Queen
and King screech at the top of their
lungs, amongst a throne of praise:
Sing for me! No me! No me!
They all stare at me, as if I have all the
answers to this forsaken
I hold the scepter in my hands,
my inhuman heart subsides.
Dreams and reality entwine, with
the harshness of tainted light.
Forgive myself for falling to decadence,
as I lead the Court of Fools,
laughing at the slain, the weak and the dead,
while celebrating a feast for the cruel.
Off with their heads, off with their heads,
they all cry playfully,
but we still don masks of madness,
as we laugh away
© Robin Goodfellow