Poemetry: Red Jester

That day when sorrows grin

And joys may mourn

Grips the mind in fatted sin

Of never-born.

Two weeks count the more

In sober flame

Than two years spent a whore

In licit shame.

Charge the sun, dim the dark,

And run away

From the Red Jester’s bark

And poison bray.

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