The Thirteenth Chime

The curtain falls on the banquet, the gardener prunes the dead branch. The prince drowns in a dream, the butler swallows the keys. The king loses his scepter, the princess becomes a doll. The queen sheds her golden crown, weeping in the clock tower. Don't count the seconds, don't listen for a breath. When the clock strikes thirteen, who wears new clothes to the feast? Is it me? It is me! It is me!