• Black as the night,

    it flew away.

    It's wings, it's beak,

    it's head, it's feet,

    it's gentle coo.

    O' Black Dove,

    Black Dove,

    How are you so?

    The Dark angel

    with wings so dark

    The Crow

    The Grim

    The Gallows

    Why are you so?

    What was good

    now has fallen

    How is that so?

    The flutter of wings

    who once weren't clipped.

    Why is that so?

    The gentle fire

    of my heart

    grows for you

    It is a great holocost

    burning brightly as the

    sun in the dark.

    That is so.