(This was here, and here it stays, even if it doesn't suit (*badoomtish*) me no-more, I'm still a wildcard which means I can still be the jester telling truth in foolery that no-one else dares speak, but I ain't no fool no-more) -- On further reflection perhaps I still am a fool, after all the journey of life is that of the fool, and there is always truth in contradiction...
No Lord or Lady I,
Though on my right ear, a point
Bears witness to my fae,
Robin Goodfellow I be,
Jack Swift
Nimble as a swallow
I swallow flies in flight
Fox fire, fell, leading
A stray through woody marshes night
No King or Queen am I,
A Prince certainly,
A Heirophantic Magician, Imperator of the World,
but always the Fool.
A jack and jester, bard and minstrel
Sometimes Knight Errant, Troubadour
Crossrider Crusader,
The Lord of the Marches, by right
Lady of many Blades and Pain.
Your King will be good for you
It is only when you remember, That
You are human.
That you remember you
Truly, are a God
No King may I be
For deadly plots
I would set, my brother against the King
A mere mocker must I remain
Hanging by my feet I must remain
The wild card, fool, Joker
Any card I be
An Ace in the Whole
The Ace Of Spades
If required, for you to
Play
A pretence of a dream, puck says
All apologies
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