The Court jesters of nine...

If you are to survive, you must remember this rhyme...
Of the court jesters... the court jesters of nine...
Three with in three courts... remember it well or it will be your demise...
The demise at the hands from one deadly nine...

Secret as smiles slick, stern stares and shortened wick... Find him quick in an hours split, or here you will fall in fickle fate to the maze of Flick... Flick of the court jesters, The court jesters nine....

Oh so divine, care not and you will lose your spine, seemingly kind, with added blush and hidden knives, every four steps of five look behind, surely you will find the innocent eighth to the devilish kind, seething hate with a giggle to bait in every stride... Sasha... of the court jesters... the court jesters of the nine...

Stone flowers bliss in every kiss, spinning death with out a miss... An angle's wrist in bladed whims list... tis this there is poison... poison to the next of nine... Heed the sign for weak hearts do sing silent, such sorrow dose open sad eyes in such blinding divide... two become one and then your through... one less then before... for the jester of tears can not miss, Fray... Of the Courts three... The widow of the Court Jesters of nine...

Hollow ticks and clock tricks... Fallen sticks and thrashed hearts mixed... Here hence the rhyme continues its chime, as the clock strikes seven, so to the number of jesters to find... what's left of nine... go on and you will find... that bad memories are... where bad memories are due...
Evaluate before you reciprocate, but hesitate and life will vacate... Step with spirit, and bend to mirror it... Then you will hear Kismet... of the court jesters... court jesters nine...

Splendid shapes and erratic tastes, Uncanny sites and wonders base... Pestilence runs ramped with eyes shut tight in paradise. Keep them closed and step in bold stride as it will unfold what is to be told, from the whisper of walls... Whisper of the deadly nine...

Next is nothing unorthodox, just a simple pAradox... To ansWer dreAms and tare them at the seems, the tricK is simplE, frighteNing yes... but it must be done in code for forfeit dreams is to destroy david... lonesome of the court jesters... the jesters nine...

Worn and bused, battered and fused, the travel ensues with the remaining three... but one may rest at seven seeking salvation, how ever you will find starvation... The steel shard will to kill shall come full circle... A heart of petrifaction endures all... even the site of your departure... Rapture... Kindest of the Nine... To The Court Jesters of nine...

An exit is near, of fact it's right here, guarded by Hector of Ages... He stands strong and his place belongs... not as you who's fresh breeze forlorn and greed grass is adorn... You do not belong... Less you find the last court jester... the court jesters nine...

Alas you have come to the last... the last court jester, of the court jesters nine... Gaze and look, see how you've changed! Defeated them all in fair efforts craze... But now it ends, as it is our name WE must send. Yes, my words you did not miss, look behind you... Six... Seven... Eight... Yes, we're all here. Told you how to beat them I did... But Alas... My Name Is Lie... Last of the grand deadly nine...

(REALLY not my best but like I said it was like scribbling. ^.^