I am the fool, I live in the kingdoms lavish castle filling the mouths of nobles with laughter as I parade around.
I am the fool, comedic rough honesty spews from my mouth in bizarre puzzles of words and no matter whom, I receive praise.
I am the fool, I judge the king's actions in ways that fascinates even I.
I am the fool, war begun and yet I smile amidst the courts table of greedy nobles.
I am the fool, I raise the morale of men never to see the age of twenty-one with my deceitful plays.
I am the fool, I question the Kings decisions in which he responds with an excuse of paving the way to a victorious outcome I, the fool, have yet to see.
I am the fool, news of my mother demise from the Kings decisions reach me, soaking in it I laugh.
I am the fool, letter in hand as the realization of my reaction crept in, the lady who raised me died and yet I feel… nothing.
I am the fool, tonight the wall looks like it's made of answers I have yet found questions to.
I am the fool, the mask is off, the make-ups gone and yet staring into the mirror I see him, the fool.
I am the fool, my actions begun to reflect my façade, I laugh at things so wrong that I feel wronged.
I am the fool, dressed ready for a fool's day I glance in the mirror and all I see is me… true undressed unmake-up me, if I lay in this mirror then what lay in me?
I am the fool, I dream a bloody battle which I find so joyously tortouring.
I am the fool, I dreamt again and again and again… six times each I realized something vital, despite how long I've lived this body is not mine, but neither is it his. We are at a tie, this vessel may not contain 2 souls, one of us is hollow.
I am... the fool, I know another dream will take place and in such I will win. For the seventh time aside from the mirror I see him. A full-fledged fool wearing a doublet of fancied red and yellow dye slashings, voided black dyeing his slop trousers as he wears stylised brown poulaines shoes. An intricate motley cap he wears, as his face of make-up looked like a pale porcelain mask, it's upper half the patterns of stained-glass windows, his sly eyes covered in long eyelashes.
I am the fool, finally the self-conscious bastards gone, the true fool he was. Upholding justice despite the power he had... a nuisance. The full confirmation was in the mirror, it was a honourable battle or by the standards I consider honour, trickery and demise in favour of oneself. Fully taking the body for feel it was time, let's make this world burn shall we.
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A/N: This is for my own entertainment, if I feel it lacked I will remake