The King of Clowns

The most happy, the most funny
King of clowns, prey for the crows
Victims of darkness, shelter find in thou
Change the tears for happiness

One day, in front of a famous medic
A man of shady looking approaches at slow pace
"I'm suffering!" he said.
A curse so terrible like this darkness of my face
Nothing has charm or enchant
I don't care about my name or my luck
And its my only desire that of death.

Visit the meadows of poetry ?
So many have I written!
The echoes of heaven may shine on thou!
Silence Ive studied, to learn the music.

Wealth shall you need ?
I was born noble
What do you got for family ?
My sadness...
Visit the cemeteries?
Yes, a lot

Of your current life, may you have any witnesses?
Yes! But I'm not the one that falls for them!
I call the dead my friend and the living my executioners
Let the lighting strike the tree !

Thou shall see the King of Clowns!
Everyone that sees him, falls for his charm
He is the most funny and most happy on earth
The tears will be left behind

I demand a change of prescription !
I will not heal ! My wounds shall ache longer
The darkness shall only be covered with snow
I am the King of Clowns, change my medicine !

How many times, when the soul is devoured
The face laughs and the tears are covered
When the lighting strikes the land
The eyes lighten as the heart is torn

The carnival of life, tricks us so much
That our lives are simply a disguise
Because in beings where pain devours,
The soul moans when the face laughs

In the last roller coaster
The last crossroads to chose from
We learn to laugh with tears
And to cry with laughter