The Ballad of Mr. Black

He steps from the void and into your room
He draws the shades of this your self-selected womb
He places the gun on the table by the bed
And then he leans on in, to gently kiss your forehead

He packed his grey-black suit, his sword, and his charm for the trip
But he might not need it

He leaves you with your daydream, and the door open wide
He warns you of the danger and to not go outside
A shadow drifts along the table by the gun
Can you face the endless night, or do what must be done?

And face his long cold blade, and his best persuasive script
But he might not need it

He's back again impatient, alone beside your bed
He said "you have all the reasons, far behind and up ahead"
Standing tall, he raises the blade
Cold blue steel in your hand (the single shot) and Mr. Black betrayed

With a shrug he disappears, his card on the table it sits
Well, I might not need it



Credits
Writer(s): Fritz Gearhart
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