The Fool

Written by: Sabina Nicole

Fools dance among the moon lit harvest,

Celebrating dusk and all its artificial glories,

While speaking of their tainted loves,
They become motivated by unoriginal stories,

But only light can kill these storms,
And only love can make their blood warm,

They laugh and boast on what they see
When it is better to talk of what is unseen.

For surly there’s a day that’s coming,
When all cheap talk will keep men running.

Ignorance keeps all of them blind
Tears and screams are heard once left behind.

Remembering the ones they can no longer find,
Even though they were giving many warning signs.

They chose a path much broader than the divines
For folly’s darkness turned out to be unkind.

Unkind unkind with no time to rewind,
The fool finds himself left behind.

By: sabina Nicole