Sliver Crevice

The jester cradles the dove
As orders from Gaia shove
Demanding denial of love 

He witnesses her slow dance
With fools unwilling to chance
Their grit to aid her advance 

Mutely, he struggles to bend
To boost her faith to ascend
Here at the threshold of end 

Even those jokers can see
What she proves destined to be
Despite their menacing glee 

Yet the proud clown strokes his bird
To calm her savage heart's word
With farce and wit most absurd 

Loud giggles force him to cry
Shaving time until she'll fly
Hope fate's discord won't deny 

One lone feather drifts in hand
As he collapses to sand
A lonely smile cut in land