A dead man's tale

I am filled with a burning, hopeless craze
Where do I, dead man, begin your praise?
I light a cigarette with flaming match
And just roam my pen in an idle scratch!
The horizon, no music. Dogs are barking
Away in a dreary and mournful howl
That brings to my tensed face an angry scowl
As I reflect, brooding, on a blank screen
On how to begin, with which 1st scene
Raise the curtain on your finish, hoary
Tragic, terrible, so moving story.

to be continued...