The wooden king
And his ravaged court
His ragged jester trapped
In a dance of desperation
Whirling round, leaping up
Moving faster and faster; twirling, dropping
He dances as one driven,
His mask of laughter fallen at his feet
The unsmiling king sits woodenly
Wordlessly
His face splits in a yawn
And all the harlequin's hopes
Tumble tattered to the floor
Rising up on ravaged wings
He whirls round and round
Trapped in the dance <<<(Here, what might fit better? Trapped in his cage of gold? Tips!)
Nothing left to carry him on.
Keep on, keep on, keep up,
Faster! Higher! More!
But he crumples,
His wings fold,
And he falls hopeless to the floor.
That's all i have so far, i need to finish it...does it sound unfinished to you?
ANY criticism appreciated. This is the first thing i've written in foreverrrrr so i need help.
