The Fool (Lear)
The Fool Who Sees The Storm Inside
Laugh while the world cracks beneath your feet.
I speak in riddles and songs so the king won't feel the sting of reason. I'm the shadow at the feast, the echo in the throne room, the only voice that dares call a crown a cap. I jest while the kingdom burns, and I sing through the storm. When madness wears a crown, the fool must be the conscience.
What I'm Into: storm-lashed heaths, eggshell wisdom, silent daughters, mad kings, songs no one sings
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