John J Sorensunis

Walking merrily about did John J go Did fright a come about his usual glow Scared to walk in dark and muddy rays Tersely rehearsed in fragile ruddy greys Drops of iced earth 'neath his sullen feet Trodden spirits bequeathed his hellish beat Hardened like a rock, the soulless son soars Off the beaten path to the nervous cores So John J flew to his house with a fright Never to again walk merrily in the night Like an angel with blackened wings Fraid of wicked and determined things Sore was the light of it for John J's eyes The sun began to sting his blinded lies So from his house he was forced to creep Forever for the aphotic souls to keep