Jester, Of The Three Plagues Incarnate Poem by Spooky Mind

The
J e s t e r

Tricking who he sees fit
And killing all the rest
This deceiver follows no rules
Chaos and mania guide him

Finding proud warriors
Tricking them to join him in the shadows
He becomes the puppet master

Nihilistic freak of nature
Hells grinning swindler
The father of Torment and Ire

He will mislead you
He will guide you away from the light
He will rule you
He will make you his own
And keep you until he lets you die

There is no fighting this demon
No way to defeat him on the battlefield
For he is beyond the mortal touch
You have no choice but to be his pawn

He’s the controller of all he wishes
His lust for panic and disorder will never die
He is the Maniac Jester.