Harry Haller

Steppenwolf is  
Half man half wild beast  
Prowls society's edges
Showing teeth  
Sometimes snarling  
Full of emptiness and nothing  
Burning all his bridges  
Lamenting the bourgeois morals  
Stifling intellectual  
All his heroes  
Ringing laugh of the immortals  
Goethe and Mozart  
Pablo the game player  
Entice him to the razor  
Embracing death, wanting death  
To scared to step  
Over the precipice of death  
Ailing body, face etched in pain he  
stalks through streets  
In darkness surreal  
Lifting the veil  
hoping to reveal  
Theatres, corridors and mirrors  
That might show terrors  
Adventures  
Hermine and Maria  
The twin and the lover  
Did all they could  
Showed him life can be good  
Found his feet, regained his manhood  
All his romantic errors  
Come right in blissfully perfect  
liaisons and  
murder, remorse, execution  
Was all a mirthful laugh  
in this magical institution  
Harry, you have another chance to pass  
this immortal examination  
The many thousand folded soul  
has many thousand natures  
Is not always  
The nature of the beast