Sefronia -- After Asklepiades After Kafka

Tim Buckley

Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me

And I was only wax in the spell of fire

Oh my coal black sister,

When black coal burns it ripens

She pried the whip out of her master's hand

And lashed at her own skin

So she'd be master, how could she know

This was just a dream born,

Of a new knot in the bullwhip