The Land of the Black Sun

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~He entered the black landscape, frightened and alone in the world, his shadow on the snow, not sure if these were his tears or his dreams. Only in the darkness could one find oneself, trace those footprints that led nowhere but back, back to the beginning, north of time's revolutions. Tumbling, tumbling down, until he came to a stop. And there he glimpsed something, a lonelier thing he could not imagine. He spied a small bird, blackness gleaming off its coat, hopping about amongst the tree roots, almost lost in the deep shadows of the forest. He thought to himself: some hearts beat so faintly that not even a god would hear them sigh.

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Black be your heart,

slow-burning coal.

Black your button eyes

that are nothing but lies.

Blackly, sickly blindly promising a death.

You said.

Black your star on a bleak winter's day

Black was your voice (so your mother says)

Your wit, your bile, your humour, your style-

All this was Black, and Black and Black.

Sun darkened, memory blackened

Blackness admitted, to it you're commited

You said.

Black was my blood that thickens and clots

Black were my thoughts that decay and rots.

Black was the raven that sat by my heart

Black were her claws that tore me apart.