Black Is Back


Black

Black is the night
Shadowing the sun's light
It is eternal space
Never showing its face

It is dark
Like a midnight stroll through the park
Black is sly
Black, the starless sky

It is an escape
Hiding under a mask and cape
Black lurks around the corner
Black, a grieving mourner

Black arrives as fast as it goes
No one really knows
Where it went
But black is always present

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