In the spaces of dusk and dawn

Tales of a journey are drawn

Born of light, pure and intense

Shattering shadows, no room for pretense

A pilgrimage to a soul’s reflection

The story of a jester’s resurrection

Bathed in light, vibrant and searing

A plea for understanding is nearing

Through an open lens it comes to form

A life imprinted in a spectral swarm

Too late, echoes resonate my name

Yet in silence I entertain this game

Into the night, the curtains fall

In shadows, a destiny call

I stray to the shade, all I’ve found lost

Willingly paying this inner cost

The season ends, the cycle begins

In the orchestra of existence, everyone sings

In times of yore, a forgotten phrase

A jester dared to perceive his place

In grand tales a purpose he weaved

One day to be embraced, he believed

In a shroud of deceit he cloaked his quest

Kept arguing, would not concede or rest

An unknown decision, a twist of fate

A path chosen, a destiny innate

Lost in the forest, lost in his mind

In freedom’s maze, the truth he’d find

Seeking the reaper in dream and pain

An unending journey, nothing in vain

Oh Lord too late, they’re calling out my name

Yet from this realm I refuse to tame

For in memory vividly I’ll stay

If you shun the waters where I lay

Yet, in the twilight of my rest

My guest, the beacon of a new quest

For every living thing is to oblivion aligned

A silent contract we’ve all signed

Yet, the jester dreams, in pain he roams

In the eternal forest, among the ancient tomes

In the light of dawn, in the heart of night

In memory and dream, he continues his fight

Leave me to rest, too drained to rise

In the heart of darkness, the jester lies

But in the shadows, a glimpse of light

A glimmer of hope, a ground to fight

Forever, the jester wanders, forever he yearns

In the eternal story of life, the wheel turns

Shun these waters where I lay

Keep calling out my name, I dare say

At the end of the tunnel, I’ll find

A new dawn, a new day, purposefully designed

A jester reborn from the metaphorical grave

In the waters of oblivion, no longer a slave

For I am the jester who dared to believe

In the power of a dream and the strength to achieve

Bathed in light, cloaked in the night

I am the story of an eternal fight

In memory and oblivion, I weave my tale

In the heart of the storm, I set my sail

So wander with me in this forest of dreams

Where reality and fantasy are just woven streams

In the dance of light and the whispers of the night

In the tales of a jester and the unending flight

For in the grandeur of existence, you will find

A story of life, perfectly aligned