Horror's semblance seekest thou,
To ripen thy base ambition?
Yet all, in all, remains unchanged,
Oh, vile apparition!
Black thoughts dreamt are not deeds done;
The proof is thy condition—
That durst not linger in the light
To risk God’s just rendition.
Craven spirit, how hast thou failed
To make virtuous transition?
But stalk the earth; to shriek and squeak
In unseemly exhibition.
Thy irrelevance condemns thee
To wretched dimunition
Damned thou art, and justly so,
By acts of thine own commission.
Image is found at dracorubio's flickr link at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dracorubio/4740055846/
@Mia: Ha ha... I haven't met him, but I know he's out there.