Through ebony archways

Clad in layers of darkest velvet
Drenched in the gloomy light of dawn
...All Black

And in his wait for the grand finale
Standing atop of the stairs
From dawn to dusk his heart's a blaze

Uncovering words from an obsolete state of mind
Sharpen them! Turn them into arrows!
Descend into grief - Without a bow no arrows fly
...Bitter Black

Passing through the ebony archways
Hand in hand with the wisdom of stars
Wisdom dressed in blackest array