Behold! there stands, in solitary bliss
A geometric grace, though laden with grief
Jilted with time, it yearns to reminisce
How four of its legs once seated the fief.
Hours in throes, evil moon does rejoice
Sinister, impales all with wax of its light
Hapless cathedra, it has but no choice
Naked, it wears on the plague of the night.
So walks in a rowdy brat, drunken too deep
To notice the desolate chair, to find
A step all too proper, he tumbles a heap
The creaking wood breaks, as he breaks a wind
He walks on non-chalant, reminding my stare
The moon's just the moon, the chair just a chair
Sinister, impales all with wax of its light
Hapless cathedra, it has but no choice
Naked, it wears on the plague of the night.
So walks in a rowdy brat, drunken too deep
To notice the desolate chair, to find
A step all too proper, he tumbles a heap
The creaking wood breaks, as he breaks a wind
He walks on non-chalant, reminding my stare
The moon's just the moon, the chair just a chair
