Black-clad in raven garb,
full of hate and contempt,
full of poison and blood
from a nest of worms.
You were chosen without struggle,
my myst, my pupil .
Swamped in a bird's body
you are sent out and up.
I am your mystagog,
our school is forest,
our teacher is fire,
was the syllabus a game.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN