The Jester And The King Poem by asef fakih

There was this throne
jeweled with thorns
a king waited alone
among the sea of mourns.

The kingdom was barren
by a reason you can't fight.
None has seen a famine
of so much wrath and spite.

The king waited alone
thought of pleasure
thought of leisure
all gone, all gone.

The courtroom was tense
the knights bowed head
fate's vengeance
hearts full of led.

The jester sat diminished
he had been quiet for long
lust, laughter of soul all perished
no jests for him, no funny song.

Faces came alive
entered the news bearer
looked grim, he did,
couldn't have been wearier.

More people died
no sign of rain
all prayers tried
all gone in vain

death left a stain
all lost trying,
facing the pain.
soul of mother earth
crying, crying.
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A soul to be sold
the red one sensed
the one who can hold
a soul only possessed.

So he took the jester's shape
leaped up in front of the king
swished his cape
and began to sing.

'I had a dream of god
a vivid dream your majesty
my heart thumps with blood
pray, pay heed of me.

God came to me
to tell your majesty
the famine
is cause of a sin.

So unforgivable is the sin
there is no end of the famine
death will only win
if you can't kill the sin.

But there is a way mighty king
there is a way out.
If you could do a horrid thing
there is a way out.

Blood is to be spilled
on the spot
where earth is cracked
like a broken pot.

Blood of a child,
spill on earth
redden the hearth
take the dark path.'

The king bemused
plunged into thought
devil amused
thinking, rot fate rot, rot integrity rot.

The court room exploded
the way is found
all applauded lustfully
more like hungry hounds.

The king got up
went to the spot
where the earth was broken
like kingdom's broken lot

such a horrid place
yet under the sky
the searched high
and finally found grace.

So many lives had gone
no more blood to spill.
This is a time to fight
but not a time to kill.

he thought, I may be late
but I will face the fate.
Many evil may sprout
there is no easy way out.

The jester was told to sit down
they said,
'you are just the clown
who makes fate appalled.

Evil fled
evil bled
The red one bled black.

The jester fell
with a frantic yell
red one didn't come back.

No angel came
no rain came
the kingdom slowly died.

Yet nothing lame
no one to blame
the king earnestly cried.

One day the king died

but the story doesn't end
the death is so different
honesty lends
the rain torrent,

Evil defeated through the deed
honest deed did exceed
gods expectation
needless explanation.

It may sound weird
but the devil's greatest fear
is integrity to the end.

It's the strong will
he cannot kill
he can never bend.

The kingdom died
so did the king
no blood spilled.
Such a magical being

human is, when will
stands strong
even death he can thrill.