The dwarf with a giant within!

With a melancholic gaze and a timid shuffle,
Arrived the jester devoid of his face paint.
You wouldn’t recognize him save for the strong arms
And hunched shoulders weighed down by pain

The event came and took a million
Leaders fled and soldiers scattered away
But the jester stood and nobody touched him
Perhaps he was too small for the catastrophe

The people now recognized the giant within
The soul strengthened with pain and sorrow
He can stand but not feed the crowd
And he didn’t need to

The resolute presence of his mourning spirit
Gave out a strange will and a strong shelter
People wiped their tears and straightened their spines
They began their strange worship

It took a year for the first man to smile
But just a week for it to spread
Soon the crowd was laughing
Not at the jester but with him

There he stands with the strong arms clasped
With a sorrowful gaze and pained soul
The jester without his face paint
The dwarf with a giant within!