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The Jester enters the court with trip and a bow
Making a fool of himself and laughing with the crowd
Settling down on the floor, in the shadows, stage left
The Queen catches his eye in the hall, stealing his breath
A sarcastic smile and a twinkle in her eyes
Beneath the chandeliers, a thousand blazes of light
Reflections of something more playing across her face
Such a singular focus and a nameless grace
The Jester rises to his feet as they follow of their own accord
As her Majesty begs off from the ball, wandering off as if bored
Moonlight fills a courtyard where music softly plays
She dances on her own, the Jester can't help his gaze
So beautiful as she moves, flowers bow jealously
The Jester's hands clutch his chest as he struggles to breathe
A beautific smile when she closes her eyes
Swaying in time beneath a milion star's light
The breezes caressing her hair, brushing her face
Lost among the petals, flawless in her grace
The Jester gasps as she falls, crumpling to the ground
Dashing through pathways while nothing stirs all around
His breath catches, his heart stops, as he draws near
The Queen's eyes are wide and bright, brimming with tears
She laughs harder as he colors, suddenly so ashamed
Rising swiftly to her feet, she stops him as he bows away
Offering her hand with a grin, mischievous incarnate
The music gently fades back in, slow and sedate
Hand in hand, they weave through a space neither sees
Her head comes to rest on his shoulder, nearly buckling his knees
Her scent overwhelming his mind as she presses in closely
The heat intensifies as they sway to the beat
The image of perfection as he gets beyond lost in her eyes
Two alone in the brightest of star-filled nights
Reflected souls joined for a moment of perfect grace
And the Jester gets so lost in the curves of her face
As the music fades away, their feet come at last to rest
His hands trembling slightly, her breath heating his chest
The Jester closes his eyes, allowing himself to dream
Just a small place in time, he alone with his Queen
Her face greets his eyes as they open just in time
To see her steal his heart with a kiss and empty his mind
Such a sweet torture, he can find no will to refuse
He knows nothing can happen, not now, not we two
But her flesh is so soft, so warm, pressed against
HIs resolution crumbles, and he surrenders to this
Passion unseemly, the stars smile down knowingly
And the Jester takes every gift of a moment gratefully
Her lips burning into his soul as it cries out in elation
Nails biting softly into his neck, meeting no hesitation
Such a cruel game she plays, for a game it must be
No future can exist, save for a Jester and his Queen
He knows without thought, without doubt, he is hers
To know and not have, or not know, which is worse?
A dance and a kiss and his heart is no longer his own
The Queen claims dominion, his soul as her throne
She rules uncontested as his will fades away
The Jester's tongue forms protest and begs her to stay
The tempo rises swiftly, the moments far too short
All is fire and phoenix and le petit mort
Small death, the price of a love disallowed
The Queen re-enters the ball, mingling with the crowd
A beautiful smile when no one else can see
The Queen's inner light flares radiantly
She closes her eyes and see her Jester's face
And remembers the dance, the passion, the embrace
The Jester stumbles into the court and bows in haste
He hides a smile, locking eyes with the Queen, seeming chaste
She smiles her smile, the light of mischief again in her eyes
The Jester glancesup and his eyes widen in surprise
The music softly swells as the Queen commands
And she gently steadies the Jester's trembling hands
The room fades away as he gazes into clear blue pools
Shivers course his spine as she whispers in his ear, "help me rule?"
