A Black Pierrot

I am a black Pierrot:
      She did not love me,
      So I crept away into the night
      And the night was black, too.

I am a black Pierrot:
      She did not love me,
      So I wept until the red dawn
      Dripped blood over the eastern hills
      And my heart was bleeding, too.

I am a black Pierrot:
      She did not love me,
      So with my once gay-colored soul
      Shrunken like a balloon without air,
      I went forth in the morning
      To seek a new brown love.