The sun burning high above,
a mocking smile slipping from me,
a game momentarily paused,
and a bitter shared sip,
one to remember.
My curiosity got the best of me,
but I didn’t blame myself either.
After all, how could I?
The first stone to fall
didn’t come from my hand,
but from someone even closer.
Like sheep without a shepherd,
the entire flock strayed away.
Only a queen and king remained,
while I, the jester, laughed on the side,
watching the castle burn,
collapsing piece by piece.
I will keep laughing out loud,
at my own jokes turned into reality.
Your castle crumbling,
your reality shattered,
because when you do things wrong,
only bad things follow.
