I once thought I was still alive….
Till I met the Knave of Knives
His coffin’s coffers
bought with blood,
and wilted flowers
On crooked tables
the cards are turned
with blades in chalice
& toppled urn
ashes, soot, oh bone smashed dust
covers the face of this broken bust
He jokes and juggles-
shame, fear, greed!
and carves up hearts of human need
With diamond daggers he pierced my lungs
Now clubs the old and spades the young!
A knight of nothing
A prince of pain
IN the next room more sinister games!