Last acts

Some walls are put up on one side,
They are cemented on the other.
The hearth warms the kitchen there,
Warmth cannot pass the dark here.
A joker has but a single act,
The world loves him,
And we move on to the other parts.
The mask of the freak hails a gasp,
The ugly face within was always a farce.
The beast never heeds a master,
But the sound of the whip stills it heart.
And forever is that tamed,
The roar that was the lay of the bards.
And yet the masks are loved,
And a joker brings claps.
The tamed beast is yet a thing of awe,
Though the lives are a remnant of past.