Ever so clever, the Jester in Red!

  In the cemetery he dances among all the dead

  Around him they swirl, the spirits and ghosts

  “All restless soldiers return from your posts!”

  "It is I”, said the Jester, before he declare

  “Return from the grave, return from despair.”

  “For I have come, and I do see fit”

  The weary dead rose as if slaves at the whip

  "Gather round me now, for song I shall bring,”

  Spectral maidens arose and started to sing

  "Merry, Merry, Misery

  Lost my soul to witchery

  Now I’m here, and come to thee

  The Jester’s call has rung in me"

  His bells rang off his shoes

  His bells rang off his crown

  His bells rang and they did amuse

  Those who rose from the ground

  Such was a somber sound, the music of that night.

  Spirits twirling, dead man whirling, Ohh such a sight!

  Dead men stood and gathered round

  Deathly dancing to the sound

  "Torment, Torment, consumed we

  All dead men surrounding thee

  Jester you have called us from the grave

  We fallen bodies of men once brave"

  Now listen to me closely, and listen well

  On patrol was when I fell beneath the Jester’s spell

  My legs became not my own, they moved of their own accord

  As they walked, I shook and took hold of my sword

  The dead bones snapped

  The ghastly howls never ceased

  Never was a man whom felt more trapped

  Though I wished to never have been released

  "Merry are the witches of Misery

  No longer Tormented, these soldiers are free

  Tiss such a sight for all to behold

  All these things dancing round so bold

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  Stuck I am, So stuck I shall be

  Dancing with these dead, for eternity"

  But alone I was, for no other there drew breath

  Even the Jester had known the cold touch of death

  And though my life was still my own

  Not a day has passed that I still don’t hear those moans

  Those groans, those wails, those terrible sounds

  Like desperate cries from dying hounds

  I danced, I pranced, I sang their song

  And in that moment, it was as if I belong

  A happy time it was, cause my days are spent with no other

  For when I was a babe, I was left by my mother

  A terrible plight, of what I was born

  The week with no name had left me forlorn

  And I chance to rub my eyes

  For I thought my wits had done me wrong

  But when I blinked the spirits had left the skies

  The Jester, the ghouls, the maidens; all gone

  I looked round, but I could no longer see

  Neither sight nor sound of Torment or Misery

  Alone I stood, alone I was

  Then I thought I should

  Give a round of applause

  A jest of mine, to give farewell to any lost soul

  A final moment of merriment, then back to patrol

  But then something tapped my shoulder, and I turned to look

  It was he, the Jester, and my body shook

  I was scared, you see, and asked why bless me with such a sight

  "Why grace me Jester? Why let me join you tonight?"

  He jumped up on a grave, his feet pointed both ways

  When he looked down at me, he had this to say.

  “All dead folk, both spirit and ghost.

  From Alger to Ryekal, all the way to the Aredas coast.

  Those that linger, and those never put to rest.

  I am their singer, for them I perform my best.”

  Then a terror so bold struct within my chest

  I brought my hands up and held my breast

  Let go the blade I once held so firm

  And grew as pale as those who lay with worms

  “Then what you say, if it be true

  Then how do I still draw breath?

  Alive I was, or so I knew

  Have I forgotten my own death?”

  The Jester smiled, and this he said,

  “Know thee my songs are not aimless

  I sing for both the Nameless

  And those that are dead”

  He left me then, and back to patrol I had to return

  Now a night does not pass where I do not yearn

  To hear his song, and dance once more

  To feel like I belong, like I had once before