In shadows’ dance, a grin unfurls,
A jester’s jest in a mad, mad world.
Chaos whispers, cards in hand,
A symphony of laughter, a carnival unplanned.

Gleaming eyes, a mockery spun,
A riddle’s maze, a game begun.
Between jest and sorrow, a paradox’s cloak,
In jesters’ masquerade, truths bespoke.

Lurking ‘neath the crescent moon’s delight,
The joker weaves his riddles tight.
In every jest, a fragment of truth,
A carnival of madness, eternal youth.