The boy had the voice of a cherub, and

A lovely, lively song

Erupted forth from his pale lips,

Made the whole world sing along.

Had everybody dancing,

But their good time could not be shared

With him.

Devils and demons and the very slime of death

Plagued his mind, hid right behind

His eyes, his dark eyes

And sucked him into himself

Like a black hole

With a dreadful bang that sounded though the night.