The days pass overhead like clouds in the night.
Slow, they beckon to us to a lover's embrace.
And in the peace of the days, there was no fright.
But someone screamed my name that night.
But my ears grew deaf, your cries unheard.
Flying up above the grasslands,
streets and secret lies stretch for miles and miles
And you're screaming for me to stop
But I am blind, crippled and lame.
My delerium is my birthright.
My world is my own.
I lie and watch the days go by.
This is my final tribute and attack on the Jester. The Jester of Admiration. This was all for you, and this is the end of the line. It's been a fun ride, my love, but you're just another day. And the days pass on endlessly, as they did before you, and as they will after you. Goodbye, my Jester.