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The Jester

a poem by Trevon Towers, Sophomore Business Administration Major


Candle lit is the heart ablaze.

Lead by Jester’s folly.

Townsfolk flee to cinders praise.

Acquainted by deceptions trolley.

Like bed ridden meadows.

Cattle and crop greet death.

Confined in lament ghettos.

Fire hissed its final breath.

Impending the hamlets fate.

Atop a hillside the Jester waits.

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