I’m inky and I’m blacknEncased in ivory whitenScreaming from the battlementsnOf the glorious and unseennWith words that betray a darkened heartnLike filth from the mouth of a beauty queennnVipers writhingnOnward and upwardnBeat down the gatesnWith wings and waxnSoar higher and highernStorm ye the thronenAnd find only the MountnnI’m charred to the bonenStripped bare of the snowcapnWhispering in your earnOf all the tests I’ll never passnWith words that reveal a need for younLike grace from the mouth of a weary assn