BLACK

                                  BLACK

Black is the colour of despair

A world full of pain;

The infinite depths of darkness

Black are the clouds which rain.

Black is the victory of night over day

The victory of darkness on light;

It is the colour of drowning peace,

It is the colour of the enchanting night.

It is the world where light fails your eyes,

Darkness rules, pressed, a lightless veil;

It is the companion of blindness,

Sightless mortals, to this, hail.

It is the sole refuge of the visionless,

It is fathomless; a dark mystery,

Many are the ingenious things

Inexplicable is its history.

But black is not as simple as it seems;

Black is also arrogantly great;

It gives us shade from scorching heat,

It is eternity's fate.

Black is incomplete, infinite;

Black is the widespread space;

If black is but the torturous world,

From black do shower sweet drops full of grace.

Black, if the dispenser of purity,

Is also the bestower of sweetness

It is the sole antonym og light;

It represents shudderring madness.

Yet black are the hearts of some people

No bit of humanity left in them

Yet in the darkness is a light contained;

Shining forth brightly like a multicolored gem.

Black is a colour scornfully shunned

Mortals , as suc, are easily disgraced.

But it is the pure mind of someone

'Cuz of which even those black are raised.

Black represents the swirling depths,

It is a colour of the divine

We must delve into the darkness inside

And search for that pure light in thine.

The universe exists in utter blackness

Black is the colour of youth

Black adorns the world unlike

The young, old and the uncouth.