Old Satan wore black, sitting at sin´s evil
table,
While the earth garbed in rock, volcano &
sable,
The nun at her vespers, knelt in habit of the
night,
The blind man wore black, in the place of his
sight.
The panther slinks sleek, in fur of dark &
tarred pitch,
Nothing is seen nor detected, in seam, hem or
stitch,
Raven & crow, mantled in onyx & black
feathered ink,
With only stars of their eyes, in passing of
ebony wink.
Lady soft-drifted through halls, of long lost
misty times,
No one noticed her stepping, over life´s hard
frosty rimes,
And only dawn saw, as the night, her shell softly
cracked,
Noticed in passing, that the lady, only ever
wore black.
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