Acts The Jester And Dances The Fool Poem by Captain Cur

Your Highness,

I have desired and cursed you in vain
unnerved by the dreams that murder the night,
I strike like a shark but what have I gained
my shadow profanes the absence of light.
Your burden I bear, you torched out my sight;
the regency's throne encrusted with jewels
on the arm you sit with eyes of disdain,
you were bred for that day, this is your right,
I am not of them, a scandalous tool
that acts the jester and dances the fool.