Until Midnight II
The moon is far from over,
in silhouette and shadow.
Come, have the macabre
take one form or another
as the pendulum swings twice
and the jester loses his head.
Let the petty, let the weak
steal apples and good wine
and wait for the next sentence
be it in voice or in axe—
In lieu of the piano
with a dreadful orchestra.
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