In a land of laughter and glee, There lived a peculiar man, you see. His mind was filled with whims and bends, Caught in a world of madness and ends. He danced with shadows in the night, Sang to the moon with all his might. His heart was tangled in a web, Of love and madness, oh so dread. For he loved a maiden fair and sweet, Whose heart belonged to another fleet. Yet he could not quench his fiery desire, For love and madness burned like fire. In the depths of his delirious mind, He crafted a plan so unkind. To win her heart, he'd cast a spell, From the depths of his own twisted well. But love and madness do not mix, And his heart shattered like fragile sticks. For in the end, he was left alone, In a world of madness, all on his own. So heed this tale of love and woe, Of how madness can make hearts grow. But in the end, love's light will shine, And madness will fade, like olden wine. But love and madness do not mix, And his heart shattered like fragile sticks. For in the end, he was left alone, In a world of madness, all on his own. So heed this tale of love and woe, Of how madness can make hearts grow. But in the end, love's light will shine, And madness will fade, like olden wine.