The Jester and The King

Bells ringing merrily,
As she walks down the hall,
After the dance,
The masquerade ball.

She was a jester,
He was a king,
To him,
She meant everything.

The ball he threw,
Was for her alone,
The jester and the king,
Who would have known?

The king with his glory,
His pride his power.
The jester with her life,
Sad and with wonder.

She was a jester,
He was a king,
To him,
she meant everything.

They danced half the night,
And went outside,
Her eyes shining bright,
With the moons light.

He looked at her,
With all he was worth,
She was his to take,
She would never escape.

She was a jester,
He was a king,
To him,
She was a mannequin.

She saw what was happening,
Saw it in his eyes,
Everything grew dark,
She was taken by surprise.

He slowly move forwards,
Not shifting his gaze,
Even as,
She started to change.

She was a jester,
he was a king,
To him,
She was a puppet on a string.

She removed her mask,
Teeth shining bright,
You can guess what happened,
That dark night.

His death was so sudden,
He couldn’t fight,
Her teeth pierced his skin,
With one swift bite.

She was a jester,
He was a king,
To him,
Walking away,
Would have been the smart thing