only the jester would know

flags of the labourer

fade under the rule of the unlit.

the echo of a ruler’s speech,

falls flat and succumbs to an unforseen emptiness.

the throne gathers dust and reigns in a mist.

the court jester’s laugh fades away

while his fables drown in the darkened dungeon.

flags of the labourer

fade under the rule of the unlit.

 

 

c. 2015  bgw

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