Joyful Despair - Austin

Light fades
The curtains of shadows part
A cloak is removed
Reveals a smile
A mischievous grin
Donning his old garb
The Last Clown Prince of Death
His court begins
To please the Lord of Sorrows
Yet still his eyes are bitter
For his external torment
Is to be forever
Consumed by despair
And bound to the shadows
The parade goes on in force
Yet, with their Prince
Fades away as the daylight rushes in.

Austin