Black Spirit.

...From the Unglazed white China for Statuettes, it Entered My Heart & Spawned forth a "to the Bitter End" Spirit. Colourless from Absence & Total Absorption of Light, a Countenance like unto Coal or Soot, dark with no Distinguishable colour, Black in the Face, Purple with Exertion... Dusky...Gloomy...Deadly...Sinister...Wicked...Dismal... It's Sulky Black looks threatening... Things look Black... Presenting Tragedy in no Comic Terms... Like unto a Black Solvent Polished Black... It's Form gravely discoloured by Bruises... Even in Nature it Comprises only Opposite Extremes... Consuming Magical Black Art within its Smoky Grimy District littered in Gloomy Willows and a single Ash Tree, a Lonely Tree oddly baring Black Currants, its Dark Glazed Bark consumed with Black Beetles, Common Cockroaches, a Blackbird, a Black`Cap, and a White Raven perched upon one of its Clawed, soon to be Withered, branches... It Feasts upon Black Bread beneath , head adorned in a Black Cap, such as those worn by Judges in Sentencing to Death... It is a Black Diamond Eternally latched to a Black Death... Its Black eyes and Dark Iris ringed in a Bruise forever fixed to Black Flies, those Infernal Aphids clinging tightly to Infesting Plants such as the Black Friar studded in Black Frost, scattered throughout this Foul-Mouthed, Scurrilously Abused region from which Matter and Radiation cannot Escape... It is a Place of Confinement for Punishment... A thick, sickly tarred-leather liquor-vessel, tiled in Graphite polished with Black-lead... A Blacklisted paradise of Torment for persons in Disfavour... Yet it holds a Discreditable Secret in Concealment, such as the Travesty of the Mass in Worship of Satan... The Windows of the Souls here Suffer Blackouts, they are Obscured and Obliterated Windows, so that No Light is seen outside... It is a Paradise for the Black Sheep, a Glorified House of Lords fixed to a Permanent Time where Lights must be Obscured, such as the Sudden Darkening of a Theatre Stage... It is not merely a Temporary Loss of Consciousness or Failure of Memory, nor an Aviators Temporary Blindness after a Sudden Turn... It is only the Blackened, Bitter, Cold Aftermath, of the Blade of Sorrow that You, the Black Widow, have Pierced and Poisoned My now Porcelain Black Heart with...