Once a jester, he danced upon life's stage,
A master of laughter, a whimsical sage.
With painted smiles and antics so clever,
He brought joy to all, binding hearts together.
In the fire's glow, a paper once pure,
Became the canvas for flames to endure.
As tongues of fire danced upon its skin,
A metaphor of how their judgments begin.
From the smouldering ruins, a whisper arose,
The whisper carries curses, sharp and unbated,
Like poisoned daggers, their edges serrated.
- Author: Atlas ( Offline)
- Published: June 7th, 2023 09:18
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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