By Noth the Unhinged

Shivering, gibbering, ravening Prince,
With mind like a tempest and mouth like a din,
Why choose this one to be your kin?
Simple Khajiit, too sane, too sober.

Butterflies float like petals and fly,
Like the Mad One's sanity, thrown askance.
Poor little Noth, time to join in the dance,
Lose your logic or your tail goes next.

Up is down and down is left,
What's wrong is right in Sheogorath's sight.
Ask no questions, let her mind be light,
The world is all madness to this one.

Giggling, cackling, crackling king,
Dear Mad One, where should this one begin?
Put quill to paper, let wild words spill out,
Forget the poem, open your mouth!