A picture framed in black
The beast gazes sadly
Taunted by its desire
In barges Anger
His body aflame
He purges Sanity
In an unholy pyre
(4)
The room is alight
In calamitous flames
A symphonic conflagration
Madness its choir
(5)
To the beat of cackles
Unruly creatures assemble
Towards an ominous end
They all conspire
(6)
The beast smiles
Tears of exuberance fall
Ironically oblivious
Consequences will be dire
(7)
Ebony voids
Where eyes should be
Drain his will
Control he does retire
(8)
In one swift motion
The picture is shattered
Shards of glass remain
Where a love was prior
(9)
To avenge his pride
He vows to see her tears
Through words he writ
The world will admire
(10)
His spirit fuses with Ridicule
Sarcasm fills his veins
Thus was born
The Marquis of Satire