So here I am.
You have called,
I have come.
Your entertainment for the eve.

Jester, oh Jester, you shout,
You call out,
Instead of a name,
You call this title that I have
Unwillingly received.

Here I am,
So what now?
Oh, you want me to dance?
Well how about this?

I do a jig,
One, two step.
I repeat it again.
How's this, then?

No, no, not what you want.
Something funnier.
Heavier with the feet,
You say.
OK.

I stumble, and I trip,
For you, my Master.
I repeat:
One, two step
Stumble, trip,
Fall.

Hard.

So hard it hurts.
But I get up again.
Is this what you want?
No, no, still, not quite.

Head in a lions mouth,
You say?
Well, ...OK.
If you so say.

It roared like nothing before it,
Like it was the king of the world,
Higher up than even you, my Master.
Higher up than Master?

Treachery.

I approach, my feet still heavy,
For your pleasure,
Of course.
I open it's jaw,
I'm quite surprised it hasn't snapped.

It's tail curls,
It's teeth glisten.
Oh, saliva, I see.
You say, Go on.
I do.

My head's in its mouth,
I am relieved,
You are smiling,
I am done,
I take my head out and -

Black.
Fade out.
Pain.
Dead.
For you,
My Master.
For you.
 
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