The Jovial Waster allows no rest,
It’s a test, best left unkept.
Rumored to be renowned.
Openly default of void questions.
Crashing loudly, thunderous cheers uproar.
Furious yet fair, no less no more.
Aces swift as diced nines,
Uprooting with arrows without a cause.
My once heard last breath escapes me.
Splendor of words yet to be defined as yours or mine.
Like the stillness of the moon at night,
Whistling a melody of mischief.
A child of destruction, my art is ruin;
Playing with an aftermath that lingers,
Forevermore my title synonymous,
The Jester of Just decay.