Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods,

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!