The Fool
The Fool ran late into the night,
Gripped with all consuming fear,
He prayed to God he might take flight,
As the shadows fell so near.
He pondered, via his mind's eye,
Whilst History, intense, did shout,
He faltered, cursed up to the sky,
Supposing he brought this about?
So, as the world around him fell,
Through the madness he had wrought,
He waited for his boat to Hell,
And gathered up his final thought.
For he had left no earthly seed,
What legacy might he now boast?
A grave so faded none can read,
Forgot in two decades at most.
Thus, The Fool shed one last tear,
He'd tried his best to change the earth,
With Death's approach now oh-so near,
He left naught (but these words) of worth.
Gripped with all consuming fear,
He prayed to God he might take flight,
As the shadows fell so near.
He pondered, via his mind's eye,
Whilst History, intense, did shout,
He faltered, cursed up to the sky,
Supposing he brought this about?
So, as the world around him fell,
Through the madness he had wrought,
He waited for his boat to Hell,
And gathered up his final thought.
For he had left no earthly seed,
What legacy might he now boast?
A grave so faded none can read,
Forgot in two decades at most.
Thus, The Fool shed one last tear,
He'd tried his best to change the earth,
With Death's approach now oh-so near,
He left naught (but these words) of worth.