You black poem— You enchanting mystery— Saw you with beak open— Have you tidings for me— You death’s enigma— You fed Elijah in the desert— My thoughts on you— Focused as a poem— You bring solitude To my hazy broken heart— You are my sunshine in My darkest winter— You bring out the Devil of passion in me— Let me pour out Heart’s angst – Take me to my grave With hearty mirth.