I follow a dismal lunar tune,
Tasked to ask the sallow Moon:
"Will you shine again for us soon?"
"Oh, can't you see?
Day and night would meet
On the horizon, under cover of heat
Now warmth is in retreat
A twilit defeat
And though love is sweet,
It is fleeting.
I’ve grown awfully bizarre,
Being spun around each day.
I’ve grown awfully forlorn,
With my face so long and not so gay
I’ve grown awfully jaded,
Longing for the day.
My shining love will dance along the line
And put my woes to bay.
I used to loom and conquer fright-
Keep terror out the queer old night.
Create scenes where romance came alight
Midnight trysts need not candlelight.
Yet that was in long ago, of course
The sun my muse, the sun my source.
Now that pyromance has left me hoarse
And took with them the motley fourths
No more are the seasons of hellebore and sumac
Lost in annals are marigold and lilac
So I drift in this sea, so deep black
Waiting for the the day the wolves howl back.