Black
Words and Music by John Compton
Black fire pierces the night
a black bird calls out of sight
black cloth wrapped over my eyes
stumbling through the black forest cries
black silk is where the stars are hung
as deep and ancient as the black bell rung
deep under the black water’s erie calm
in the lonely vacuum of black space’s palm
black eyes peering forth to
black waves crashing upon black shores
(where black beer is poured)
