Black Stallion

Fear I not, my stallion so bold, Black as starless night, and noble stance of cold. This phantom is the heart of truth, pumping ooze through my veins; A tarlike obscurity, which thickens till it reins. And rains! down from the torrent in a galloping stampede, And tramples the bare vessel of my soul in need. In kneading me down as clay in the hands of a potter, Down, down I spiral in eternal slaughter, But still I do not fear.