The Lunatic

The lunatic.

Losely fangs he sorely bore
Ringed red eye never redder bled
Cheeks hung loose and from wears worn
Pale as the man in the god-damned moon
By God he swore 'because man was cursed
Life lived long, option-- death far from worst
For the maid that made the mad her man
Was slain by the man the mad had made
He still alive could not have been more insane
As insane as he could never more alive been
T'was time for his shadows --umbra and pen--
To for once in horror sit still beside him loom
It was a dream that dreamt and never woke
He was the man in the half-faced crazy moon