I couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle. But you hike in shells and feathers. Up the African beach,. I am king here, tied to this hut by the King's chain.
Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me. And I was only wax in the spell of fire. Oh my coal black sister,. When black coal burns it ripens. She pried the whip out of her master's hand.
I saw you walking. Only yesterday. When I ran to catch you. You disappeared. And the street was gray. . The candle died. Now you are gone. For the flame was too bright.