When the moon staggers drunk to her borrowed bed
And the wolfing devours the light
There's a stirring within his well-combed visage
There the Devil dances with pride
Twist and shudder and jerk and caress
And floorboards sing the carols of night
A funeral march, and oh, it is sweet
The pistol, the noose, and the knife
Oh, it's been so long since this family laughed
He's pondered between his naps
And mother and father, they no longer talk
The Lord has retreated, perhaps?
"I must do like they taught me, to find the love
Inside there must be some still
Inside of myself, and of them, and of all
Their outsides must just be ill!"
A glimmer of steel, it's only a toy
And beautiful children we all
A sliver of moonlight impales the eye
As the loving son walks the hall
"I must show my love, confess it, I must
And see their pleased crimson blush
My dearest mother, you will have your smile
My dearest father, so joyous and wide!
Such love, all the love, in torrents will gush!"
He lovingly traces, wit