Who wants
A dead
Jester
That still
Walks around?
You donÕt
Believe
That itÕs true?
It isÑ
And the Jester
Is meÉ
Underneath
These
Gloves,
This mask
And hat,
And my costume
Is a visage
Worthy of Death,
But not Death
Itself.
How did I
Die?
Ha ha!
WouldnÕt you
Like to know!
But IÕm not
Gonna tell!
He he!
IsnÕt this fun?
Bow down,
The Zombie King
Is coming!
Ooh, youÕre scared!
Do you even know
Who he is!?
Ha! You
Think you
Do,
But you
DonÕt!
He is an undead
Killing
MachineÉ
His name
Is Jason!
And he has
Two consorts,
One a Lover,
The other,
A ÒMotherÓ
Figure.
And me!
A fool,
A necessary fool
In his court,
In his ÒkingdomÓ.
I provide
Much relief
On dreary,
Boring eveningsÑ
What with my
Feats of skill
And talents;
My musical
And magical
KnowledgeÉ
And my magical
Stories and tales
Of the times
Of old
When zombies
And Liches
Were able to roam the LandsÉ
I speak
Of Dragons
And FaerieÉ
I do not feed
Like the two
Consorts
Do.
Oh, maybe
Once a year
Or soÉ
I am more
Like the King
Of Zombies,
Jason Voorhees.
I can regenerate
From any wound
Or loss.
That is how
I have survived
For all these years,
These millenniaÉ
For I have served
In the courts
Of Ancient Egypt
And Babylonia
All the way
Through the Middle AgesÉ
Up until nowÉ
Now I reside
With these
Three
ZombiesÉ