Ever so clever, the Jester in Red!
In the cemetery he dances among all the dead
Around him they swirl, the spirits and ghosts
“All restless soldiers return from your posts!”
"It is I”, said the Jester, before he declare
“Return from the grave, return from despair.”
“For I have come, and I do see fit”
The weary dead rose as if slaves at the whip
"Gather round me now, for song I shall bring,”
Spectral maidens arose and started to sing
"Merry, Merry, Misery
Lost my soul to witchery
Now I’m here, and come to thee
The Jester’s call has rung in me"
His bells rang off his shoes
His bells rang off his crown
His bells rang and they did amuse
Those who rose from the ground
Such was a somber sound, the music of that night.
Spirits twirling, dead man whirling, Ohh such a sight!
Dead men stood and gathered round
Deathly dancing to the sound
"Torment, Torment, consumed we
All dead men surrounding thee
Jester you have called us from the grave
We fallen bodies of men once brave"
Now listen to me closely, and listen well
On patrol was when I fell beneath the Jester’s spell
My legs became not my own, they moved of their own accord
As they walked, I shook and took hold of my sword
The dead bones snapped
The ghastly howls never ceased
Never was a man whom felt more trapped
Though I wished to never have been released
"Merry are the witches of Misery
No longer Tormented, these soldiers are free
Tiss such a sight for all to behold
All these things dancing round so bold
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Dancing with these dead, for eternity"
But alone I was, for no other there drew breath
Even the Jester had known the cold touch of death
And though my life was still my own
Not a day has passed that I still don’t hear those moans
Those groans, those wails, those terrible sounds
Like desperate cries from dying hounds
I danced, I pranced, I sang their song
And in that moment, it was as if I belong
A happy time it was, cause my days are spent with no other
For when I was a babe, I was left by my mother
A terrible plight, of what I was born
The week with no name had left me forlorn
And I chance to rub my eyes
For I thought my wits had done me wrong
But when I blinked the spirits had left the skies
The Jester, the ghouls, the maidens; all gone
I looked round, but I could no longer see
Neither sight nor sound of Torment or Misery
Alone I stood, alone I was
Then I thought I should
Give a round of applause
A jest of mine, to give farewell to any lost soul
A final moment of merriment, then back to patrol
But then something tapped my shoulder, and I turned to look
It was he, the Jester, and my body shook
I was scared, you see, and asked why bless me with such a sight
"Why grace me Jester? Why let me join you tonight?"
He jumped up on a grave, his feet pointed both ways
When he looked down at me, he had this to say.
“All dead folk, both spirit and ghost.
From Alger to Ryekal, all the way to the Aredas coast.
Those that linger, and those never put to rest.
I am their singer, for them I perform my best.”
Then a terror so bold struct within my chest
I brought my hands up and held my breast
Let go the blade I once held so firm
And grew as pale as those who lay with worms
“Then what you say, if it be true
Then how do I still draw breath?
Alive I was, or so I knew
Have I forgotten my own death?”
The Jester smiled, and this he said,
“Know thee my songs are not aimless
I sing for both the Nameless
And those that are dead”
He left me then, and back to patrol I had to return
Now a night does not pass where I do not yearn
To hear his song, and dance once more
To feel like I belong, like I had once before