Self-portrait by Robert Mendoza

BLACK

The black demons that torment my soul, have found no rest on this voyage. They rise and howl triumphantly with each fearful heartbeat. My heart - a heart - that now lies torn asunder by the demons left behind from an angel's stolen kiss.
Azodnem

A rare bird on earth,
comparable to a black swan.
Rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cycno.
Decimus Junius Jevenalis

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown.
His cloistered flight, ere, to black Hecate's summons.
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done a deed of dreadful note.
William Shakespeare