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Black death,
Dark night,
She bade me follow her.
Into death,
Into Night,
And risk my soul for her.

Searching for inner light
Through her death and darkness,
Held to her bosom tight
My back against the world's curses.

Black death,
Dark night,
She bade me follow her.
Into her death,
Into her night,
And give my soul to her.

Lamont Haywood