flight of the butterfly, rising free
The furthest flung mysteries
Come again into view
As the sage reawakens
And sees through eyes, new
I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song
In blackness
He rides the rising tides of evil
Devoid of all colors
But the color of colorlessness
Black moods, black magic
Bleak nights, black skies
Into the vacuous depth
Of the blackest night
Oh, ruler of blackness
Set my dark heart free
I long for the colors
That you have kept from me
In blackness
He is the ruling breath of evil
Devoid of all life
But the life that swims in the dark
Cold...
and black.