The dark fiddler
Plays his fiddle
In the middle of the night
And this dark fiddle
With its even darker fiddler
Drag me from the soundless sleeping
Make me ear the eerie weep,
Of the dark fiddlers song,
Stare in wonder, what to do
Then I grab a pencil with paper
And coo the poem before your eyes
As the fiddler plays his dark and sinister fiddle
All before the sun can rise…
