Liz Belmont The Man in Black (9-12-03) Fell into a burning ring of fire Got called a girl's name, Wore black, the blackest black. The man in black felt numb, felt alive, sucked on a sugar stick, fiddled his diddle, grieved for his dead wife. The man in black died last night, then came alive for his wife, with his wife. The man in black kissed his wife, tuned his guitar, and began to sing. Again. For his wife. With his wife. Again. The man in black, he was in black, he is in black, he will always be in black. But in his heart he is red, Red with passion, red with love and love and love and love. The man in black is alive and in love.