wild eyed boy from freecloud

solemn-faced

the village settles down

undetected by the stars

and the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep

and the last thing on his mind

is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned

'neath the covered wooden shaft

folds the rope

into its bag

blows his pipe of smolders

blankets smoke into the room

and the day will end for some

as the night begins for one

staring through the message in his eyes

lies a solitary son

from the mountain called freecloud

where the eagle dare not fly

and the patience in his sigh

gives no indication

for the townsmen to decide

so the village dreadful yawns

pronouncing gross diversion

as the label for the dog

oh it's the madness in his eyes"