The spirit of the Black Jack King is in the air

His sights are set on the White Queen so fair

His heart is filled with selfish deadly hate

That he will visit on the life so newly great

The Black Heart is standing by the stream

Of living water that has only now been seen

By the perfect pair so recent life imbibed

From the Black King which in the book is scribed

Ah, that deep heart has meted out its woe

As the angel confronts the pair and sword to show

That all is destitute in Eden’s fair land

Out of sorts and out of love he stands 

They never knew the kingdom’s way

Until they lost it that fateful day

Black Heart will forever be fatefully lost

Since he did not render all and count the cost.