clown
When the clown stopped smiling
Mountains yawn opened for aid
Run my boy!
I hold you safe, tell them
You don’t need this parade
Wind puffed off his cloak,
Amused to death
You sucker! I found you!
You can’t scuttle
Hold your breath
The lord himself appeared
With a delicate sound of a thunder
Take your faith to hell O wind!
He needs to disappear
Wind said smile O lord
I have been the sovereign
I will unveil
Suffering of this pig
He is insane!
Rain dropped on the valley
Path was all to vanish
Wind was blowing
Lord was leaving
Mountain’s yawn was to cherish
Clown sat down and thought
Maybe I should smile.