The Jester

A jester sat in the dark
screaming and laughing
until there was only silence

A fool sat surrounded
rhyming with death
and only deaf ears to hear

A clown in motley sat singing
hearing music only he could perceive
in tune to the slow
drip
drip
drip
blood on sharp blades
dripping on.

Author's note:
Yes, I do love Cicero! Madness is such a lovely thing to behold and holds far more depths than those cursed with sanity could ever understand.