Black

In the darkness of night,

Black reigns supreme,

A hue both bold and mysterious,

An enigma, it would seem.

It's the color of the void,

Of infinite unknowns,

The shadow that hides secrets,

And the unknown that still roams.

It's the color of power,

Of strength and of might,

The hue that's always present,

In the backdrop of light.

Black is the mystery,

That lies in every heart,

The color of hidden feelings,

That set our souls apart.

It's the color of mourning,

And the absence of light,

The shade that marks an ending,

And the dawning of night.

Black is a color so deep,

So profound and intense,

It's a symbol of life and death,

And the unyielding suspense.

So let us embrace black,

In all its depth and glory,

For it holds within its mystery,

A world of untold story.