Monday, January 16, 2006
Jest
In the royal court there is a Jester.
The Jester is a dangerous thing. Ceaseless plots to dispose of the Prince, the Jester he hides it behind the porcelain mask. He is a good Jester. Dances, sings, and fufils his role.
But he holds a knife, behind his back. He befriends the Prince. The Prince acknowledges him. Reciprocal. Or at least a form of basic courtesy.
The Prince sees him, somedays, sitting on the throne, but dismisses it as folly. The Jester though thinks it an eventuality. The Prince remains amiable. The Jester plays his part.
Today, the Prince became rather furious, for the Jester irked him so. Sought to undermime the Prince's right, and wear his crown.
More importantly, the Prince allowed himself get out of line. He feels quite rather disgusted, and mildly mortified. So he decided to show the Jester reality.
And the prince puts his crown back on. Reality the Jester will see.
But still, I don't like the Jester who steals my crown.
Gavin
pondered @ 22:47
