The poet and the madman
went to see their master
One laughed, one cried
a step aside
lied bruised Lady Disaster

The humming birds of consciousness
sung out a sad sad tune
But bound to fail
the winter's tale
was far away From June

Gracious good men down a line
stumbling quicker, faster
Seen bitter lack
and deeper black
and meet the Demon Master

A rider pale in forest dark
by moonstruck humble blue
Light fades to red
be decent dead
and face the morning new