The madness was plain to see
The magic mystifying.
Why he stayed in a mad house
Inhabited by such a lunatic
Puzzled so many, but not him.
The days of love were long gone
Feelings existing in a mist of memory.
They tried all they could
To remedy, to renew
But no cure-all was going to make a difference
When desire and want had long left the building.
She had her own flights of fancy
Those desperate moments when logic gave way
To the thoughts of criticism and anger
When the irrational became the norm
And children cringed in fear
Doors locked should the marauder
Find them shivering in each other’s arms.
For him the magic lay in his resilience
His determination to remain sane
Not try to imitate her madness
For that would spell the end.
He needed to be protector
Guardian, the rock for them who feared
The only one who could possibly
Give them reason to fly when
Underground seemed so safe.
So the tree they each inhabited,
A family rich in love and understanding
Who took him in, offered solace to the children
And whose safeguarding led each child
To adulthood as a member of a tree
That stands tall and proud.
While the madness continued around them
They looked on, distanced themselves
Stuck together as the magic grew stronger.