Once

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.