Sliver Crevice

The jester cradles the dove As orders from Gaia shove Demanding denial of love He witnesses her slow dance With fools unwilling to chance Their grit to aid her advance Mutely, he struggles to bend To boost her faith to ascend Here at the threshold of end Even those jokers can see What she proves destined to be Despite their menacing glee Yet the proud clown strokes his bird To calm her savage heart's word With farce and wit most absurd Loud giggles force him to cry Shaving time until she'll fly Hope fate's discord won't deny One lone feather drifts in hand As he collapses to sand A lonely smile cut in land