Benedict The Bound Jester

Benedict, the bound jester,

Laughing in a world of chains,

Painted smiles, velvet nightmares,

Dancing just to hide the pain.

Bells are ringing, crowds are cheering,

But he hears a different sound,

Every echo of their laughter

Is another lock he’s found.

Silk and shadows, smoke and fire,

Mirrors crack but never show,

Who he was before the spotlight,

Before the deal, before the show.

Living in a circus breathing,

Every spotlight like a cage,

He’s the joke that never’s leaving,

Trapped inside a gilded stage.

Spinning smiles, a heart still aching,

Time stands still, he doesn’t age,

Benedict, the bound jester,

Lost inside a golden cage.

Paint runs down like quiet tears,

Under moons of paper light,

He bows low for kings and monsters,

Plays the fool both day and night.

Crowns of laughter, thrones of noise,

Yet he’s never truly seen,

Just a ghost in motley colors,

Living in between the scenes.

Every promise made in whispers,

Every curse in sugar-coated lies,

He was bought with dreams of freedom,

Now he juggles time that never flies.

Living in a circus breathing,

Every spotlight like a cage,

He’s the joke that never’s leaving,

Trapped inside a gilded stage.

Spinning smiles, a heart still aching,

Time stands still, he doesn’t age,

Benedict, the bound jester,

Lost inside a golden cage.

Somewhere past the tents and thunder,

Past the drums and lion’s roar,

There’s a girl who hates the spotlight,

And a world he lost before.

She tells stories to the starlight,

Of a fool who learned to care,

And the chains begin to tremble

When she says his name in prayer.

Benedict, the bound jester,

Laughing so he doesn’t break,

Every trick a silent question,

Every bow a small escape.

If the circus ever shatters,

If the lights all fade away,

Benedict the bound Jester will finally be okay.

(Based on a book I’m making currently :3)