The Moonman?
He was last seen on the Devil’s market bartering souls,
The funeral? Location: North Star in the blistering cold,
Jack Frost is married to the mountain’s majestic winds,
Where grasshoppers wear top hats n crickets play violins,
Under moonlight; once a ruler of tides say the chronicles,
His soul shined off the reflection of Father Time's monocle,
The sphere is missing, mist of sorrow shroud the morning,
So the clouds tear till Heaven issues a drought warning,
His will was carved by moon rocks on a Stonehenge slate,
Shooting stars once nimble are in an inanimate state,
A chest he left behind, and the key to the world’s secrets,
Shaped as the moon’s crest! It’s useless without a genius,
..In a robe of lunar dust, gusts blow to greet them,
Even Atlas stopped by after his scoliosis treatment,
Cerberus set charm to Pegasus.. What a stallion seducer,
The center piece was a stone statue courtesy of Medusa,
The wake was snail slow; waiting for the diva to strut,
-Mother Earth roams, but only in nebulae-made regalia,
So as the corpse was tied to the raft as the fire was set,
A mad hatter’s utopia, launched to Mercury’s depths,
Lady Luck grasped the flames n fused to the burning body,
And a phoenix rose from the ashes developed from sati..

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