He stood there
Almost like at the
Eye of the battle
That raged
He laughed at
What was at Play
Seemingly a war
Between good
And evil between
Black and White
So to say
The black knight fought
With valor and sleaze
Mixed in divine portions
Against the white knight
Who though white
Was probably just
As Black in his attack
And as their blood mixed
From the blows, it turned grey
The Jester watched on
And knew that
There was no good
Or evil for it was
All in the mind
But who was to say
That it wasn’t real
For it was only the Jester
Who could laugh?
As the battle raged
- A Filarial Pome
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