the jester

the king's
crown
has slipped
and sits
awkwardly
on his head.
the queen is
long gone,
run off with
the jester.
the castle
has been stormed.
the knights
are slain,
anyone
that cares
is bleeding,
or nearly
dead.
but sit, and
sit he
will upon
the throne
until they
come to take
him,
and relieve
him of his land,
of all that he
surveys,
and his once held
high
imperious head.