A jester stood at the corner,
His smile never there, with a red hat on his head,
His eyes were dark, shining through,
The darkness of the room.
The jester that I knew,
Never seemed to gloom,
What had happened to him?
Once so free, no longer at the side of the stage,
He stands alone, singing without a lead,
The rest had left him, disbanded for good,
One made it big,
One stayed to himself,
One disappeared,
And there he stood, trying it all.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This Poem is a riddle, I made it about my favourite singer. Try and figure out who it is, if you are up for a small challenge.
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