The Jester of Montybell HallA Poem by SarahI don't know where this came from.As far as I can remember, And as clearly as I can tell, I believe there was a legend, Of the jester of Montybell.
Montybell was a kingdom, Far to the eastern hills. It was next to the great Death Sea; A place of farms and mills.
The king and queen of Montybell Were both good-hearted and great. But the past sins of the kindly king Drew from some people unruly hate.
In the young age of the king A village of three hundred stood, The winter was cold and black as night So, the king burned the village for his wood.
And in the village of three hundred, Only one survived it all. A boy then, but now a man, The jester of Montybell hall.
He performed for the mighty king, Every winter’s night But the jester always remembered It was the king who caused his plight.
A decision was made in the young jester’s mind Of great and dynamic deeds. Tonight, yes, tonight he would take all, Out of a broken soul his anger bleeds When the morning came about and the rooster, awaken, cried A voice rose from the town square, The kindly king had died. The people morned the great kings death And all came to answer the knells call All except one, who laughed at the tears The jester of Montybell hall. © 2011 SarahAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSarahFranklin, TNAbout"One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature." Sherlock Holmes, in "A Study in Scarlet" I'm a reader, writer, movie maker and creator. If I could be anything in the wor.. more..Writing
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