I have returned to a recent topic inspired by the Acrostic suggestion from
Musical to the very enth degree!
Idolised by the people of his age.
Charismatic? Very certainly!
His albums were, undoubtedly, the rage!
As a child he suffered and it left him scarred.
Each beating somehow seared upon his brain.
Love came, but much of it was marred
Joy never lingered quite as long as pain.
Although we saw him moon-walk in our dreams
Cold morning showed a strangely mask-like face.
Kindness and sweetness, nothing more, it seems,
Soon ended in the dock and deep disgrace.
Only his picture for us to recall
Now that the music's ended for us all.