The Foolβs Halloween Waltz π―οΈ
Upon the night of pumpkin glow,
Where whispering winds of autumn blow,
A jester rose from earthen bed,
With hollow grin and stitched-up thread.
His bones did clack, his hat did sway,
He danced the ghosts of night away.
A pumpkin ball beneath his toes,
He twirled through leaves the moonlight chose.
A black cat purred, βBeware, my friend,
One step too far, your dance may end.β
But Fool just laughed, his voice so bright,
βI live for risk beneath the night!β
He tossed a bloom of withered hue,
Its petals kissed by autumn dew.
βEach soul must leap,β he softly sighed,
βTo truly live before itβs died.β
The fog rolled in, the village slept,
The Fool danced onβhis promise kept.
And when the clock struck twelve and done,
He vanished with the rising sun.
Now every year when shadows creep,
And pumpkins grin while mortals sleep,
A jesterβs laugh drifts through the gloomβ
The Fool still dancing on his tomb. π