The Black Phoenix

Blacker then the blackest lump of coal
Born from the darkest darkness of the soul
When all truth is gone and there is nothing but lies
When all embers of hope with the fiery bird dies
When nothing but a colder, more unknown darker fire survives
Is when the black phoenix revives.

As it opens its black, glistening wings
A chilling deathly song it sings
Anyone in despair for their loss turn glad
Because anyone who hears it turns instantly mad.