Can I for a moment tell you a story…A tale that is but a whisper in our noble royal court
Herein this fable lies a fool along with a beautiful queen named Alexis
Every day the unwise comic would sing to the majestic maiden
Seeking only to enchant her heart, because that which was of his, sat only as hers
Many moons went by, and many times did he make her smile
Thus, day by day she became more and more of a glint thereof his undying inspiration
“My, you are quite the entertainer” her royal highness spoke so eloquently
“It’s just I jest justly about being a jester to justify my jesting gesture
Towards this everlasting love I have for thee” replied the clever trickster
“I take it that you are flirting with me?” asked the queen
“I am a fiend … a night crawler gifted with the ability to amuse my muses
Nothing more my queen, I wouldn’t dare to become such a fool.” answered the royal jester
Then Alexis said, “Well I guess I am blessed that you are already such a fool.”
“And you are a wise queen with a skillful insight to see through these verbal riddles
Which, I leave behind, while hoping with secrecy that I may one day be fit as a king so,
That this clown could escape a tragedy, which has been made
Sorely as a novel displaying my emotions of longing for someone” responded the jester
…They adored each other and their bond grew ever so strong
In private they would dance together, as well as take slow walks underneath the silver moon
Their affection was innocent furthermore was it all too very, very pure
Although, life itself had a dark sense of humor
People starting questioning the queen
Slandering and making rumors of why she was spending so much time tied to a fool
Her image and pride became thin, and what was once love became a scorned hatred
The fool was not at all as he dressed; He took notice and soon broke her gentle heart,
So that her people would love her again as he did…meaning without question
Consequently, to the guillotines she sent him,
With a heavy heart she was to make short a manifested joke
Therefore in chains…bound to those rusty old shackles the jester spoke his last words saying
“I will love you forever” hysterically as the mouton blade fell
With the tears from his beloved Alexis…with tears from his beloved queen
Let the people stare at the King of fools…beheaded for what was always meant to be
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
Reblogged this on thepageofdaniel and commented:
Happy to see that the art of storytelling is alive & well. Storytelling echoing the venerable oral tradition when people would sit around a campfire after a hunt, or a day tending to flocks. The need for storytellers is still present even with our internet, websites, webcasts, vlogs & sophisticated devices.
Long may it live !
I’m always falling in love
With your write ups that steal my heart
Over and over again,
Only loving each one more and slightly even more each time.
Thank you
This is quite a different write to my usual reading and I must say I really enjoyed this…unique and innovative, Poppy.
I felt a little drifting back in time to the middle ages and all the wonder and myth of that era.
Clever switch between the jester and queen. Who was the greater fool? Good word, thanks
Your heart crafts a fine adventure! You’ve surely got the goods!
Such an exquisite write 😀
That took me back in time.. such an enjoyable read!
A sad story but beautifully told, and an entertaining read!
You really captured me with this well written story poem.
I enjoy your ability to take your readers back to another place and time. I think you have the ability to take us other places as well! Good work.
What a dramatic story!