I heard a rithimic tapping on my window and when I opened it I found a bird dressed in all black from beak to foot, and I welcomed this bird into my mind and soul. He would come to me deep into the blackness of night, and although I did not feel it he stabed me with his Sharp beak until I fed him. I found him pecking at more than just me, For he had gone to many people on wings black as night and told them that I was feeding him nightly. He began to tear through my comrades and cause them to fear me because they did not understand why I gave into him dayly. On days like these I would feed him more, and give him more of me, For I trusted no man who did not know of the bird who now was me. I still feed him if such an awful day should come . I sharpen his beak on old whetstones and he will tear through me and the others who must feed him. I wish I never let that bird into me for now he will never leave. He still comes to visit my sad home. For i still crave the feeling of his beak puncturing my skin....
