Black was night
And black the heart I held in my hands-
Silence washed over the land as the last echoes
From a stifled scream faded into the trees-
A raven pecked and pierced the petrified remains
Heat dissipated in slow spiraling wisp of steam from the heart
The flesh is rugged and rotten but the heart healthy
In all but hue-
What has been done
What have I done
An ebony figured behind shifted
I whisper "who's there"
It says "I've know you from before you were born"
"Could it be"
I looked into its eyes and couldn't see to see
Black was the heart
And black the soul
Black was the night
That the devil stole