I am the jester of shadows
Smiles and jokes fall on deaf ears here
In the darkened courtroom, I talk about death
Infront of 1000's I recite tales of doom
As the lords and kings wallow in their own grief
As I dance like a silhouette
In my costume of grey and black
Fingers so slight, playing my lute
As I spellbind my audience into a soulless coma
But it is not me that lives in despair
Not me who doesn't smile or laugh
Not me that lives under a constant rain cloud
I don't only have stories of doom
Of course I have grieved but I have moved on
I dance in the moonlight
My skin is not grey or black but a pure white
My fingers have caressed pure beauty
Being spellbound by darkness is always an easy audience
For it is a job, like all others
Because I play for those in depression
Doesn't make me depressed
Because I work in darkness
Does not mean I live there
For that is the jesters biggest trick
I am the jester of shadows
