Black is where your story began
a black November night
when red flames
consumed
home and mother
future and safety
and black smoke
rose toward starless sky
Thus was your innocence lost.
You did not flee from
that horrible darkness
Your father pursued it
pursued vengeance
and his quest,
the dreadful inheritance,
became yours
You learned of that which
creeps and lurks
in the night
that lives in places dark
and that lies in wait in the shadows
fangs and claws
blood flowing under a black sky
Black is the car
your home and refuge
a vessel of comfort
you ride down the endless black paved road
Blackness has pursued you
followed you
lurking in wait
you see it in
the demons' eys
pitch as the pit
from where they came
You see it in the dark sky
moonless
an ocean of black
above you
under which you hunt
Shall this night
be conquered by the light of the dawn
that dispels the darkness?
Or shall black be where your story ends
dark smoke rising from a hunter's pyre?
Fade to black.