The Black Dove possesses me, boring deep into my soul
The Black Dove swaddles me, covering me in her shroud
The Black Dove toys with me, messing with my head
Until
The Grey Dove replaces her and takes away the shroud
The Grey Dove anesthetizes me, stilling my muddled self
The Grey Dove is resting me, only I don't fully understand
Until
The White Dove replaces her, opening wide my eyes
The White Dove paints me a new and beautiful land
The White Dove cradles me gently under her wings
Until
Hope rises and my spirit soars.