A carnival of freaks and missing limbs
They marched on through a night of storm and rain
Outcasts, losers, lost souls and insane grins
To a lone house upon a hill they came
They were searching for him: The Death Jester
The front door the pilgrims hammered upon
They shouted out loud: “We know you’re in there!
“It’s time to return! With us you belong!
“Embrace us! You have nowhere else to go!”
But they never did receive an answer
Was he still there? Perhaps they’d never know
So they left the house to journey so far
No one saw the Death Jester disappear
Only the myth is all we’ll ever hear
4th May 2004
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