black poetry

just as my fingers on these keys
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
stand here by my side
your body's motion is like music
gone before us
and so it goes
i saw god. do you doubt it?
skies they were ashen and sober
under the harvest moon
in your flight
if the red slayer think he slays
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale