The mad king's fire

The mad king
plays a tune to the roasting of his subjects
They burn and flesh peels from their bones
Jesters try to appease his mad ramblings with humor
He tells a joke and trick and joke and trick and not a chuckle comes down from the crown
He finds his pleasure from pain and suffering
To watch them scream as they are engulfed in flames
The fire is wild and red dancing in the middle
The mad crazy king
Crazy and mad
The screams are louder and heard through the square
As they crumble to dust and blow away in the gust
The next is heard bellowing for help from the dancing red fire
It dances on them
Until they are charred black and the mad kings says enough
he never says enough
He just chuckles and laughs drunk
drunk laughs
choking on his drink from the mixture
not a soul fights
No one yells in defiance
But cheers cheers
for the next bonfire in the mad king's name