A Grand Hall

[the facade]

Hey friends,
here's another poem of mine. Any input will be highly appreciated.

A Grand Hall

1.
We are the bearer Kings.
the sun's rays
Diverge at our Crowns:
Partly forging
the golden frame
adorning
our heads,
Partly deflected
By the sparkling green
emeralds
that a strange Patron
gave us at our birth.
the Lost rays
reach the Jester
playing with them before
our starving eyes.

2.
the two-faced
Jester entertains.
like the temperate Janus
he bears at once
a face of sorrow
And a face of glee.
We Kings -
Relieved,
laugh with mirth.

3.
before our Glassy eyes
the Jester's two faces
make hate
and Conceive offspring.
the Jester draws
one regurgitated
mask after the other
Neither
a face of sorrow
Neither
a face of glee.
the sun's rays
play against
Never Ending
Flashing Masks –
Divine no less
than Father Janus.

4.
we are the bearer kings.
Bearing
the Jester's
game of impregnated
Masks.
we kings -
Heaving,
laugh with mirth.

[hillwalker]

I'm having difficulty making any sense of this.

It sounds all very grand, but is actually quite hollow. References to Janus and Kings and a Jester seem little more than an attempt to appear grandiose without actually saying anything of interest, unless I'm missing the point totally.

Perhaps there's a poem buried somewhere deep within this but it will take a good deal of digging out. As it stands it has been smothered by rather a lot of meaningless pretentiousness.

H

[the facade]

Firstly, thank you Hillwalker for taking the time to read and comment.

I was trying to go for something rather elusive that may reflect the point, but maybe I did indeed drape it in pretentious imagery. I rather like the image itself and maybe it won't look so pretentious if I anchor the point more effectively.
Thanks!