In shadows deep, where silence hums,
The Jester dances, wild and numb,
A grin of chaos, a step astray,
He tumbles first to light the way.
No crown, no sword, no tale to tell,
He leaps through dreams where heroes dwell,
A spark of madness, a riddle’s call,
The Fool must rise before the fall.
Chorus
Oh, the Fool, the spark, the fleeting gleam,
Weaving fate in a fractured dream,
Through the dark, he jests, he dares to roam,
The Hero wakes where the Fool has sown.
In the psyche’s depths, the tale unfolds,
A crown of laughter, a heart of gold,
The Jester bows, the stage is set,
The Hero strides from the Fool’s regret.
Verse 2
With bells that jingle, a mask of glee,
He mocks the chains of destiny,
A mirror held to the soul’s disguise,
Reflections bloom in his wandering eyes.
No path is straight, no truth is clear,
He stumbles bold through doubt and fear,
Yet in his jest, the seed is laid,
A Hero born from the games he played.
Chorus
Oh, the Fool, the spark, the fleeting gleam,
Weaving fate in a fractured dream,
Through the dark, he jests, he dares to roam,
The Hero wakes where the Fool has sown.
In the psyche’s depths, the tale unfolds,
A crown of laughter, a heart of gold,
The Jester bows, the stage is set,
The Hero strides from the Fool’s regret.
Bridge
The abyss yawns wide, he leaps within,
A tumble, a twirl, a reckless spin,
The world’s a stage, the curtain’s torn,
From chaos’ womb, the brave are born.
He’s fool and sage, both lost and wise,
A paradox in a madman’s guise,
The psyche stirs, the archetypes blend,
Beginnings bloom where endings bend.
Chorus
Oh, the Fool, the spark, the fleeting gleam,
Weaving fate in a fractured dream,
Through the dark, he jests, he dares to roam,
The Hero wakes where the Fool has sown.
In the psyche’s depths, the tale unfolds,
A crown of laughter, a heart of gold,
The Jester bows, the stage is set,
The Hero strides from the Fool’s regret.
Outro
So sing of the Fool, the first to dare,
A fleeting ghost in the mind’s deep lair,
Through jest and shadow, he clears the haze,
The Hero follows his winding maze.
In every soul, the dance is true,
The Jester’s step precedes the you,
For in the depths, where archetypes play,
The Fool ignites the Hero’s day.